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but a glimps of ourselves, the wishes of the soul, to be fulfilled in the waking the promises of ones self to the time wich we live streaching the bounds of the imagination, adding to it the strength of emotion
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when the breath of love is gone from thine heart,
then will the life of my words cease to exist
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| Freedom caught in the pounding of hooves
free spirit, even in capture, powerfuly gentile, as wind across the plains striving always for purity of spirit contained in freedom such is their unbridled spirit 
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All Poems submitted by PaliEnt
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