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When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
  Such gallant knight  went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow  lured to his death  by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado.  Came the shade  within the glade
In the parched places   I pausedfor a cool refreshing draft   and found myselfdown to my last drop but you   were thereto give me drink   to energize me
You walk for weeks upon weeks Same clothes, dirty skin, untamed hair
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story Of the young man with great determination. The one who worked for years on a single goal To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
In the brief moments before consciousness The room dark and unmoving An abrupt snore pierces the silence The sheets move Like a convulsing wave and our hero is awakened
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
As I approach the finish line of a very rewarding four years I feel a lot of relief and excitement
 Her voice was the first to enchant my mind.  Then came her face, lovelier than dreams.  Through every scene, I gazed, awestruck.  All else fades when she’s onscreen.   What drew me close, I cannot explain.
There once was a boy who wished to be a man. He thought despite all wisdom told he did lack, the wise words of this man were contained in his back.
It is the greatest passage I have ever been in my entire life. It is like traveling to Paris, France for the first time and wishing to stay there forever.
What am I feeling, I don’t know myself, I question but there seems to be no answer Then I wonder and see if it can be found.   After awhile, I rest and dream. Your always in them, it was a very pleasant dream.
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