Until the blood from my pen runs dry, I shall worship the Greek body, the Greek mind, and the Greek soul.
Until my tears land upon Greek soil, I shall forever live in exile.
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And nothing holds more glory
than in dying for Love or Liberty.
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Poetry is the insistent roaring of the human soul.
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His is a poetry devoid of any poetry.
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In the distance I hear a song - a simple song - a song of despair - a song of longing and a song of sorrow.
I have forgotten the words and the rhythm, but I sing.
Yes, I sing.
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I want to mark your skin with the sins of Passion.
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