Flee! Flee! The age is past,
where triumphant horses
gallop through fields of repression.
Run! Run! The time is now.
Make haste away from places of sollitude.
Come! Come! To the place of serenity.
The place in my heart is for you.
Away! Away!
And i will harbour your friendship inside.
Love, Love.
Love with me, and we shall harbour our friendship forever inside.
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A bonus poem fragment! Alas my muse only supplied inspiration for the last part of what seems to be an interesting poem.
"Jump, not through a meadow on a green spring(day),
rather from a cold greyhearted tommorow.
So that but one piece if left.
And all of your heart may adore it."
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