TheWanderingPaddy

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Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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My dad, my guide, my shining light,

The one who taught me wrong from right.

With your love and patience, you raised me well,

And for that, my gratitude I cannot quell.

So here's to you, dear old dad of mine,

The one who should me how to shine.

I am forever grateful for all you have done,

And for the person that I've become.

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These are some of the best days of my life,

disguised by some of the hardest elements I will ever have to face.

The exhaustion to the bone that's real.

Just as is the love to the core.

It's a season of extremes.

The beauty and the beast.

And one day when I'm out of the take of it-- I know I'll see only the best of it.

-I'll see the beauty in the beast.

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When I was drowning in the despair, I found no better escape than the belief that one day,

someone would say to me, “my love show me all your wounds and tears.

I will kneel and kiss every pain that broke your heart. I will kneel and touch every tear that washed away your hope.

I will kneel and heal every blow you received. I will shower you a kisses.

I'm here only for you. I am here in your life only to love you.

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