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[sid] => 43085
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Drifting
[time] => 2004-04-13 17:58:22
[hometext] => Written as an alternative in a sleepless night ...
[bodytext] => When the night turns deep, and you fall in sleep, When Dark Angels proud come to rise the shroud That wistfully hid behind your eyelid The truths of times past; no more earthly fast Your soul wanders now, steadfast on the prow Of a vessel fey, while round sounds a lay, Whimsical and sad, from a voice long dead: "Thou are the Prince of Clouds, my love; Thy strength thou receive from above, Lores in time will relate of thee And of how fondly thou loveth me ..." 'tis the time for rest, so not awake lest hold tight to your dream; though reason is prim Nothing it can do to wipe what's in you, The woebegone sense, forlorn and intense and bereft you'll stay in your doleful lay ... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 13 [informant] => rogad [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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