More bleeding poetry!
I think l need to get out more.
LIFE 2
THE STARS SHONE BRIGHT THE HEAVENS SMILED
THE WATERS DEEP THE WEATHER MILD
THE PROMISED LAND WAS INVITING, NEAR
FILLED WITH JOY I HELD NO FEAR
BUT WHO MAY SAY WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS
EVEN A CAGED BIRD SOMETIMES SINGS
AS THE SKY TURNS DARK AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD
THE STARS MAY GLISTEN BUT ARE NOT GOLD
ONLY NEPTUNE KNOWS WHICH DICE ARE THROWN
THE MASTER OF ALL THE TEMPEST WILD
HE RAISED HIS TRIPOD AND HE PITIED ME
AN ALBATROSS LANDED ON THE GOLDEN CHILD
toodle pip
I think l need to get out more.
LIFE 2
THE STARS SHONE BRIGHT THE HEAVENS SMILED
THE WATERS DEEP THE WEATHER MILD
THE PROMISED LAND WAS INVITING, NEAR
FILLED WITH JOY I HELD NO FEAR
BUT WHO MAY SAY WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS
EVEN A CAGED BIRD SOMETIMES SINGS
AS THE SKY TURNS DARK AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD
THE STARS MAY GLISTEN BUT ARE NOT GOLD
ONLY NEPTUNE KNOWS WHICH DICE ARE THROWN
THE MASTER OF ALL THE TEMPEST WILD
HE RAISED HIS TRIPOD AND HE PITIED ME
AN ALBATROSS LANDED ON THE GOLDEN CHILD
toodle pip
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