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I am made of earth and dreams,
Of stardust and possibilities.
Oceans exist within my soul
And moonlight fuels my flight.
I am penman, poet, bard and rhymer,
Dreamer and schemer
I unravel the day
And tangle the night.
There is power within my ink
And truth entwined with fantasy
Weave lines which mezmerise.
I can show you honesty and lies,
A heaven or a hell
You have never seen,
Mountains and forests,
Purest love or bitter hate
And all that lies between.
I can sing your life,
Paint your joys and your pain.
I can take you to the stars,
And guide you back again.
Before you were.
I was.
When you are gone,
I will still be.
Hear my voice,
Within your heart
And know
I
Am
Ancient.
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