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My eyes are like unruly hounds
They waver, close, and fall asleep
Encumbered with compassion
And the secrets that they keep
Until the moon grows thin
Until the seas run dry
Until the stars go dim
No inconstant, inconsistent love am I

...But....

Too many nights lay heavy
Burdened with my pain and your lies
I hope you know that I am ready
To carry your secrets and rise

....So....

Until the clock strikes elevens
No need to take it in your head to flee
Lying side by side
The pressure of you against me
I feel your burgeoning love
Laying aside me and mine
No need to move right now
The world itself will be just fine

....Because....

Everything has a beginning
And everything has an end
The middle is sitting right here.
Time and two and twice again
The sky turns blue and gold.
Morning seeks to part this pair
Should the universe achieve this goal
The whole world will find itself stripped bare.

It Was Never Better

It Was Never Better

Times long gone are better forgotten

Those long encumbered woes

Stales smells and dead horses

And pretty maids all in a row

Bowers of women who never dance

Waiting for men to pick them

Hoping for a match to further their houses

And children to be the next victim

On and on the cycle goes

Never ceasing never halting

When will right the world?

When will stop this faulting?

Women everywhere be proud of who you are

Stand, be brave and bold

One day you will be counted

Make sure you break the mold

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