The Swan

March 6, 2009
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You are my swan,
Definitive creature,
Catatonic Mirrors,
My bird of grace.

Far beyond compare,
Wings druid to the trees,
Doth everywhere.

Flying by,and
Away in a paratactic nightmare,
Oh; what gracefulness when you fly,
And Shepard's like me do certainly weep.

Don't stray away my pretty swan,
For you have not given me a chance,
To sing your song,
In you paradise awaits my soul.

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