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- In Silence it is sung - limorphia III. LO BEHOLD! I am on it! Know love is love and fate is bitter. Await not now but love comes hither. There is fog out there!  But they shed no tears! No! They shed no tears. -1- 1.5.7.7. - In Silence It Is Sung NIMBUS    "...a little sleep, a little dream..." F. A. Mesmer " ...but the dew remains till dawn"...                           About MereXM: Lyric Poetry / Verse Drama Dramatic Verses Contact: http://www.limorphia.wordpress.com Email merexm: [email protected] http://vimeo.com/limorphia                                                                                                                                             You may share / reblog material from this Website for your personal and non-commercial use only, without altering or removing copyright or other notice from such material. Lyrics, poems, photographies, graphic designs, art-work etc. copyright MereXM / Limorphia 2026 Basel / Switzerland (if not otherwise named). Thanks for giving credits to me for any picture / lyric etc. used for a personal, non-commercial purpose. ( "Now, joy must be here - only to pretend")

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Between nightfall and daybreak My mind is on a crossroad of an afterglow And my soul is in a no man's land of the dawn A hundred sailor away resounds the cry of the owl Escaped the repentance, began the growl And with it, the ferrymen at night, rowing Towards a distance of allegiance

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See

My friend, have we gone really that far? We are in a land of sorrows - in a land of scars We have lost and haven’t seen us again The humbleness of mankind, the good in man

We have lost and haven’t gain trust in each other We have wondered too much at a ’must’ of another But we have held our hands and have tried at last With us alone in a place called home of the past

We have stumbled over stones and broken bones Surrender is nothing – we would better be alone Our dreams of tomorrow wont shine, it won’t glow Nor will memories of yesterday have a light in tow

We cannot go further with no fire in the spark That would be lit in a heaven without the dark That would fly with the stars not as fast as we ’Why ’, you would ask me, ’not to give up to see’

I tell you my friend, it is an answer of me I am the other face without a cause to be Have told you an ending of the urge which lies But you, who thought better, you who thought twice

Have worn down the last hope of a hope of above Look, how small a world now can be Both of us ride on a rainbow to see That, won’t be enough to have lived a purpose Of our sense and sensibility But let me pretend that death can it be

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"So what is freedom...?"

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I dwell in the hearts of those which rest in the grace of their being.

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‘The Never Existed’ (625) MereXM

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Let’s set the lights from afar When we look at each other Our eyes will be like fire

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'it is (...) meant to be faced'

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To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Hamlet

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“For you I will make a world devoid of love And I’ll make your love to fill the void One eye sees glory, The other does die, The third sees truth And goes blind“

Madness of serpents

Selim Lemouchi - THE DEVIL’S BLOOD

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Delight

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"Der Tod ist kein Ereignis des Lebens. Den Tod erlebt man nicht." - Tractatus logico-philosophicus, 6.4311

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'At the Deathbed' by Edvard Munch 1895 Bergen Kunstmuseum

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''Je donne cinquante mille francs aux pauvres. Je veux être enterré dans leur corbillard. Je refuse l'oraison de toutes les Églises. Je demande une prière à toutes les âmes. Je crois en Dieu.''