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Wed Dec 05, 2012 10:37 pm
Snoink says...



Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.

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Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
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Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
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Wed Jan 09, 2013 1:49 pm
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Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
I like you as an enemy, but I love you as a friend.
  





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Hannah says...



Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.
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Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
  





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PenguinAttack says...



Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
I like you as an enemy, but I love you as a friend.
  





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Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:14 pm
Hannah says...



Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
and suddenly not just time was unlaced
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Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
and suddenly not just time was unlaced
but also heart-strings I forgot were mine.
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Below a balcony that was not my own,
I plucked a fine, taut lyre string.
And while the whippoorwill did cry,
I continued to play my sorrowful song.

The blackened trees lent lyrics to my sorrow.
Southern winds sluiced the notes upward,
o'er the rotted railing of the balcony above
and into love's ear.

And love cries out, ''Who's there?
Who dare break my sleep with wailing?"
I cowered quiet - for she was great
and with her voice - oh! -my knees did shake.

I leaned on a tree and called out "It is I".
The faintest hint of a smile graced her ruby lips
of secrets shaken from towers, I did think,
of those beneath mountains, of those beneath lakes.

The mystery of time and again, I embraced
as her words did whisper down my spine,
and suddenly not just time was unlaced
but also heart-strings I forgot were mine.

For back in the days of my youth - free, lovely glory,
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