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Sing Among The Branches
05:14
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Moss paired with ivory colored frost
All of winter made us long
Woven in threads of our song
I mistook you for the dawn
While the night ever prolonged
Shall we regain what was lost?
O sing among the branches
O ring the bells, light the lanterns
Dispel what the rumor mongers yell
From the hearth where huddlers hail
Threatening to dim light so pale
The birds of evening weep aloud
The laughter mocks in bleak resound
Shall we spring forth and abound?
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Through the wind a frail voice
Beckons to carry us
You extend a silver hand to me, blue and forlorn
Every hour is lost to years and vivid characters
And the winter in our veins proclaims a frigid pulse
Will vivid tones return to your heart?
From the womb of the morning
The dew of your youth will be yours
In corridors of false charades
Images, masquerades
I can see what pointed eyes you have in laser form
Lost in parties, hollow shapes
In brooding fashion pose
Pages turn, dispassion churns, you learn what’s grave and dour
Will fair colors bleed into yours?
Ever surreal are the scenes
Of specters vanishing
You romance me with the memory of Victorian love
Mirror pages from your first edition Phantastes
Do you accept a life, project a life, that leaves no life?
Will the endmost dream become ours?
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Snow Like Wool
04:43
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Adrift on the brink of a shivery winter rink
Foxes flee in spades
Low glance undressed, mysteries woeful, unconfessed
You might hear the means of a melody
That will tease the seams of threads unwoven
Come with me, our hands are clasped to dream of dreams
And ever will our hearts be full
If white may fall the snow like wool
Cannot run away while the wintry whisps are playing
Nor with steed and sleigh
Frost fills the veins, more astounding than estranged
You will animate, make believe, create
Present feeble drifts of hope unwoken
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Hope while the frivolous romp in evening gowns
Sing while the floret clusters flutter and down
Wisps of the mourning, braids of London fog
A bird and a woeful voice lament and confound
Oh will it be, will the world ever know?
Oh will it be, will the world know?
Bare down my soul, tarry in sorrow
As the daughters of song are brought low
I am the forebearer of the wintertide
You unearth troves of antediluvian kind
Oh will it be, will the world ever know?
Oh will it be, will the world know?
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For What Vanity
04:39
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Art reflects these articles of blight
For what vanity
You malign the myriad winsome sighs
For what vanity, what facsimile
Sing for gladness, sing for sorrow
You hold my depths in your grasp
Centuries past, what hope tomorrow?
Loss is the sphere where we bask
Moments from the shimmering decline
For what vanity
Artifacts, voluminous entwined
For what vanity, what facsimile
For what vanity, what loss
For what vanity, what gloss
For what vanity, what loss
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Peer through glass, untainted by life
Dear phantom whims, have you no reply?
Essence of dark prose written by
There go the ships, then leviathan
Shutter forth, words wireless by morse
Miniscule form, owls arc by sheer force
Thimble cup of virtue now worn
There go the ships, then leviathan
Lamps beam like gold prisms of light
Icicles form the brim of the night
Mild dismay in absence of life
There go the ships, then leviathan
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Shoo away all the wool horses
In here you’ll find nary a murmur
Lofty bluffs, sparkle like droplets
A porcelain stag crafted by giants
All the worlds behold
“Yearn for light,” speak the Romantics
In fragmented hue’s lies your antics
Howlings of madness and soundness
Choir voices hum in distressed silence
All the worlds behold
Then shall your light break forth like the dawn
All will not be lost
All will not be long
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From the Womb of the Morning The Dew of Your Youth Will Be Yours, is the debut solo single from Ronnie Martin of Joy Electric fame.
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