St. Leonard touched a philistine
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a sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme
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But even he was "not much nourished by modern love."
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So i told her that everything she does is divine
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and she replied with a blank expression (an object lesson in making me feel benign)
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Then whispered, "independence and indifference are the wings which allow the heart to fly."
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Feelings i?e had too often, still no plan in place to soften the inevitable blow (the rituals we know).
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And with the right revolting piety of tone,
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the word "freedom" can make you want to lock yourself in a deep dark dungeon.
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But I know everybody follows pleasure, everybody gets somewhere.
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I swear, I wish I could be less aware...
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now it? absolutely clear to me that solitude is not the same as singularity,
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but that? not why i? lonely.
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Why I'm Lonely
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Harvey Danger |