| christopher |
| guitars |
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| I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? |
| Poe |
| bliss |
| nostalgia |
| love |
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| power |
| thank you, mom and dad, for allowing my music to unfold, day and night. thank you everyone who has supported volition and been patient. i love all of you |