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"The Invitation" |
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Little boy, come play with me escaping vague realities. Come sing the songs you left unsung from empty days when you were young, and cast aside, for just a while, the frown you force for laughing smiles. Come take my hand, in knowing trust, to find your dreams, since turned to dust. Come feel my warmth and generous kiss; come gather now the love you've missed. Come be my prince, my pride, my peer; the proof I find to words I hear. Come sail my seas and touch my skies and feel the breeze of cloudy highs, for I have waited all these years, through darkened nights and frequent tears, to find that tender, touching soul that I once loved so long ago... |
