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My forefathers gave me
My spirit's shaken flame, The shape of hands, the beat of heart, The letters of my name. But it was my lovers, And not my sleeping sires, Who gave the flame its changeful And iridescent fires; As the driftwood burning Learned its jewelled blaze From the sea's blue splendor Of colored nights and days. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |