In a cool curving world he lies
And ripples with dark ecstasies.
The kind luxurious lapse and steal
Shapes all his universe to feel
And know and be; the clinging stream
Closes his memory, glooms his dream,
Who lips the roots o' the shore, and glides
Superb on unreturning tides.
Those silent waters weave for him
A fluctuant mutable world and dim,
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BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
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And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things? O Belovèd, it is plain
I am not of thy worth nor for thy place!
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Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth
Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask
Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.
The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth
Of light, the Ocean's orison arose
To which the birds tempered their matin lay,
All flowers in field or forest which unclose
Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day,
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These songs used to make me cry. I’d listen to cry. To feel. They’ve lost that effect. They’ve taken all my tears. Do you ever listen? Do you ever cry. Do you associate me and us with those songs. Do certain moment replay in your head. Do you freeze, do you break, do you burn. Or have you paved over those memories with new ones. Do you change the station, or listen, to feel. Or has the numbness kept you silent, sitting with a straight face, without a second thought.
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BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
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Lyrics come to me by moonlight
When the power of darkness lessens
When whispers soften like overripe
Mangoes dispatched hurriedly from India,
On ramshackle East Indiamen vessels
Sailing fruitfully through consternated
Waters and heated lines of the tropics,
Selling rewardingly on busy markets
Charged with the power of buy-and-sell,
And order-and-supply.
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Nourished by the breeze of Pannaipuram,
Imbibed deeply thro' the voice of Nature,
Fed with rustic lullabies- a 'varam',
Thou walked thro' thorns with thy will - thy teacher,
Drenched in all genres of musical notes,
Pace by pace thou did climb up the ladder,
Thou flew with music into people's thoughts,
And thy music is a healing doctor.
People's thoughts are of varied emotions,
And thou art sculpted by god of music,
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For years I couldn't wrap my brains
Over yr break up
I mean, I felt abandoned
You couldn't wait until I graduated from High School
I needed you
For yr music and it meant hope to carry on
I listen to yr records when I need a pick up
Yr goofy antics in yr videos and concerts
I remember very beautiful memory
That is related to you
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Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.
Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.
Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.
Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;
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