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Post by EMOTION on Oct 17, 2003 17:25:08 GMT -5
Orange you lay on the floor of your dreams warm thoughts for Alfred a Lord it seems the red coat that cloaked the hue of your hair custodian come lock up all sinners beware
so gentle the boy you loved him so well your dreams are all gone now people don’t care hard labour broke spirit and all of your dare the ballad of Reading do all men not care?
now all is gone you shall exile in France sad love was blighted and withered away dear Oscar so tragic for love you did pay unspeakable love the Victorian way.
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Post by black jewelled rain on Oct 21, 2003 19:02:15 GMT -5
A very moving piece of work. It really conveyed the idea of a 'broken spirit' very well. And what a sad story. Love is one of the most painful torutres. Does it ever actually brighten anyone's life?
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