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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 1:27 pm
Stop and listen O' people of this day,
And hear my lover's song.
My lover be old, she be brittle and worn,
Yet her voice be deep and strong.
Her song be sung as a song of sorrow,
Yet her presence be one of mirth.
As she be a woman so ugly and torn,
Her voice be as roses worth.
My chantress be grateful,
Though she has received,
No blessings of beauty,
No bellibon's mead.
With what she was given,
My love has achieved,
A life full of meaning,
For beauty she doth not need.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 6:29 pm
Why did this bring to mind that Boyle chick from Britain's Got Talent...? XD But it was beautiful. ;_;
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