The Moon Queen
At dusk, I danced on drum-beat hills and drank a wine made from tears of awe.
At dusk, I danced on drum-beat hills and drank a wine made from tears of awe.
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God Sleeps in the Middle of a Homeless Man's Guitar Strings
All that remains, his eulogy, and tales of sorrow-forlorn hope, scattered across Orion’s Belt.
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احبكِ حب احمقٍ لإلهه
او شاهدٍ أنار طريقه بنبرة صوته او تائهٍ لم يرى نفسه إلا بانعكاسها
او شاهدٍ أنار طريقه بنبرة صوته او تائهٍ لم يرى نفسه إلا بانعكاسها
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My Soul Undead
My soul undead; My voice they hear. My horse still runs at the castle’s rear, against that wind, against that year.
My soul undead; My voice they hear. My horse still runs at the castle’s rear, against that wind, against that year.
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I Used to Have a Name
I used to have a name, but now I am afloat. Above my people's dread, I live in moments past.
I used to have a name, but now I am afloat. Above my people’s dread, I live in moments past.
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