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A Shakespearean SonnetThe air is clear, but still I find no place That smells of love and makes my heart content And yet I have to find a kindly face That holds the truth without demanding rent. But as I walk about an unknown street I pass by those who seem to find a bliss With which they can absorb and feel complete And cannot seem to name a thing they miss. So as I pass these happy passersby In them I search for what cannot be taught- That joyful look that causes one to sigh, And wonder how that pleasure can be caught. And though I have not found a sign of home, These streets I still fA Shakespearean Sonnet
by ~maebells
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some men die under the mountains just looking for gold
some die looking for a hand to hold
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some men die under the mountains just looking for gold
some die looking for a hand to hold
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some men die under the mountains just looking for gold
some die looking for a hand to hold
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