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[aid] => mick
[title] => White Elaine's Last Song
[time] => 2009-12-16 10:35:50
[hometext] => About The Lady of Astolat and Lancelot
[bodytext] => Not to drink that kind nectar from your lips neither breathe from your breath eternal life nor to sleep in your arms another night It's to die, not to be, have never been... To watch your sweet tongue plunging bold, in fire at the Queen's mouth request in those your dreams That she in your sleep surrenders with wild screams and both awakes fulfilled and in desire... I'll rather be a bird in a hawk's beak an injured doe, hurt, doomed to cease to exist a speckle in the dimmest, faintest night A crazy mare, a ghost, a *****, a freak a little rock still turned to tiny grist I'd rather die to be this river's bride! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Nadiral [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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