faithful: thy dreams may come true As white snow doth fall o'er the old willow tree Wassail Wassail; We honor thee So come all young maidens and join
of all unspoken sin Agrip'd my angered heart within And blood unknowing humble flows Deity's miscarried ghost For here my innate children prey Un-nursed and
Salute the essense Perfection's humor Conversed so often: mute Oh my dear I'm always near Oh my dear Heal We can't conceive A child's peace Belief our
wonder Shake the walls with this Severance Cry bitterness, the passionless Stained with dishonor Behold this frail offering These weighted words fall as Autumn leaves Confined and
uninformed enlightenment And fears that creep about my flame Evanesce until the dawn calls them Home again bearing thoughts of you And I'm helpless
your Effigies Ignite Burning Down the Seems of Change I inhabit that one region where the mind enthralls and lulls the image Where my youth and life and
sought insatiably The harmonies of life he found But discord and a dark despair And so the jest so well conceived turned tragedy The spirit tired and
and smiles Bleeding in a stairwell Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry Three liquid words collapse Blind and chasing sirens Five years of night time and
Ophelia Cordelia Desdemona And Kate My sweetness and Beatrice So precious your pain I sing for your lovers Your heavenly fathers to be Your possible futures
sit and weep upon her grave For twelve-month and a day One true love is eternity for two Three four nevermore Will I see my love true The twelve-month and
awaiting death On this mercyground What may transpire in this stagnant posture Tradition multiplies Where repetition reigns and the air smells of age And
(written by Thomas campion; 1600) When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And doth on highest note appeare As any challeng
prepare The slumberous beauty carried there And lay their hands on silken skin As through these veins the gods did run Two thousand arms in twilight Endless dream and
done Too slow to notice The fire's gone So thin on the ground With a chemical heart And a cheap excuse I've played my part A torch to the error And a
I am my only thief and jailor keep Bedeviled and priest beseech The pander come to me But mad love is religion enough For my heart And to those I gave
Time to show some sharper teeth Time to grow a thicker skin Time to drop the seventh veil and let some madness wander in This is not a darker age Just
, the years expire The dance goes on, we spin on fire Laughing and screaming A wide-awake nightmare Diseased and believing In mourning-deceiving Ever in motion and
(Words written by Tennyson, 1883) Row us out to Desenzano, to your Sirmione row So they rowed, and there we landed O Venusta Sirmio There to me through
