Shores of Avalon

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By Lovecrafter

It's a man's world Everything's definable Black and white Save the gray of Uncertainty, my temple is Mysteries When I will die Lay me on the black shores of Avalon There the air sings Interposing the causeway's All but done May I walk where Wiser magistrates have tred Awkwardly Free all wretched Starving, beggars searching for Earth's vain gold How could I live in a Realm so secular When I'm meant to live In the stars What kind of place will Swallow your dreams Just to pluck them out Of your heart This is a song written for the ladies or really whoever has a gender related issue. If you feel that your gender limits you sometimes, leave a comment telling why.

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