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'I Won't Be Home For Christmas' The lights that burn along the street Red and blue and white and green Colors flash before his tired eyes Trembling hand he writes and cries 'I won't be home for Christmas, honey Take care, goodbye, and don't you worry' On weary legs he walks, the letter goes To the one that'll cry over his bones Way back home his girl is waiting But every day her color's fading Red lips now are trembling white As she gets his letter in her sight 'I won't be home for Christmas, honey Take care, goodbye, and don't you worry' These two lines was all she read These two lines was all the letter said

Dream Had I known it was a dream, I'd have stayed asleep Dreaming, I see her; awake, I weep Either world alone I'd dare to face Instead I gain and lose and gain again her grace And so I wish I'd never wake Live my life with her – even if life were fake Had I known it was a dream, I'd have stayed asleep Now I'm awake, and I weep

Iron The iron on his hip tells a story full of lead and lies You can hear them all through the drinks he buys For every man sitting down with half-hearted ears He'll tell his tales and hide all his fears Through the door comes the spitting image of his wildest dream He looks her over once, knows she's everything he seems For the first time in his life, he remembers all his past Now he sees drinking's what made it go by so fast He looks her in the eyes and sees her fire burning brighter Thinks back to a time long ago when he too was a fighter He sees in her lust and life he once had a plenty Walks over to her and tries to warn her,

Arman – Finale 1090 AE "You wouldn't happen to have a golem up your sleeve, would you?" "Sorry, my ears aren't that big!" Their shouts reached over the fury of the battle going on around them. Both laughed, not forgetting the seriousness of their situation. They were the only ones left of their party; the other six had already fallen to the Charr, who, for their part, weren't much better off. Three still stood, seven had fallen. One of the two men ran straight at the giant furred warriors, surprising the first with a swift slash across the throat. The second cut the air where the man's head had been a second ago. Instead, he rolled a

Crazy I met him only days ago, yet already I find myself drawn to him. Many would call him insane, and I do not intend to deny any such claim. But insanity never took a more intoxicating form than it did in Mr. Aron Johnson. He is different, certainly, but perhaps it is his indifference to that fact that makes him who he is. I have been his sole visitor since we met, likely because of his peculiar desire for solitude. "Indeed, you might in fact be the only one here who knows of my very existence." His sudden remark startled me. We had been sitting in his living room in silence for a while. He seemed to pull the corner of his mouth slightl

Untitled I His eyes follow me, lidless and pale I hear him, who is ever on my trail I hasten my walk, quicken my pace Cannot bear to look into his face Yet I cannot escape, I am aware And turn slowly around - do I dare? My stalker comes closer, draws near I look into his eyes, have nothing to fear In the pale depths all there is to see The greatest comfort he can offer - pity

A Ranger A Ranger's pet is like his heart Both are true and valued art They are wild, and they are near Yet neither one can he fear Beware he must, or die Should either ever cry Alone they kill, together save And through this bond can brave Both man and weather's howl Or land and foes most foul Taming one, he tames two Thus, heart and pet are ever true

Crossroads There's an angel and a devil in my heart And I'm not sure I can tell them apart One's telling me to leave, the other to stay And there's no one else to point the way Where am I to I go or what am I to do? How will I know the better of the two? I'm standing before a crossroads here And it seems to be the very thing I fear There's an angel and a devil in my heart And I'm not sure I can tell them apart