Hopes are dreams and dreams are lies
so the hope inside me dies
tired of living in conflicts, talks and promises,
I'm left in dried up tears
the hope was a light inside
coming from my Otherside
forcing me on to ride
never did I fear a perilous tide
the life I no longer abide
now throwing my hopes aside
while the birds sing & still shines the sun
my hopes are with the wind and gone.
The Dancer (Limerick)
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A convivial fellow from FranceTook the stage and performed a short dance.He
was graceful and masked.“Did you like it?” he asked.Though most clapped, I
said...
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