The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
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The guitar is a musical instrument with ancient roots that is used in a wide variety of musical styles. It typically has six strings, but four, seven, eight, ten, and twelve string guitars also exist.
`karemelancholia is one of the most genuine deviants you could ever met. Always active and a true deviantART cheerleader and supporter in every aspect. You can always count on her to lend a hand or get involved, and you usually will find her doing large amounts of both at any given moment. She's consistently reports on contests around dA, showcases the efforts of her fellow artists and shows her charitable side through various activities. Besides all of this, she's a truly talented artist which is why she's an obvious choice for deviousness this month. Read More
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"But why is the rum gone?" (Capt. Jack Sparrow)
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What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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