I of myself am the architect, I am of my own design for I am the poet, the lover, the madman, the dreamer, and the philosopher
Time is a swinging penduglum as we march on to it
I heave bled myself dry for you
You held the key to my heart, opened the door, and walked out
Lay me to sleep and sing me that song one last time
You are a theif, for you have stolen my heart
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