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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There is a city in the clouds, Hidden behind emerald eyes, Where my heart sleeps still, Amidst the peaceful skies, And the door that I entered, I entered with a glance, And it closed just as quickly, And I had lost my chance, To leave those eyes, Those lips that met my own, For peace can become a curse, If you can never call it home, And though she has left me, My heart is never free, Whether I held her one night or one day, I am hers for an eternity Her voice was but a whisper, But was still music to these ears, One sound from those lips, Can bring a man to tears, For a whisper becomes symphony, Like boys become men, Words break into a thousand pieces, When played in my heart again, And when the time comes, When that music fades away, I’ll disappear with it, Just as night becomes day, For the sun will set on me, As for another it may rise, For my time here is done, When I no longer gaze into her eyes. What Is time but a guide, A hand in the night, Through the darkness at my side, Though I knew not wrong or right, Could I alter my direction, Or was my path always the same, Offering my will no insurrection, But at the same time freeing me of blame, For where there is no choice, Surely no evil can there be, Only slaves to our roles without a voice, Victims of fate and destiny, Yet since I cannot see, This illusion I have given a name, It makes me believe free will does not escape me, Though I might be convinced my destination is the same, So do good and evil remain, Simply because this illusion is my own, Are they all that keeps me sane, In this darkness I call home, Yet that is for each man to decide, Though he might know what his future will bring, As time leads him through the night, In his illusion only he may decide who is king
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