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    Wednesday, April 24, 2002     1:15 AM

...I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful- a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone,
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing eles saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song

She found me roots of relish sweet.
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
"I love thee true!"

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sigh'd full-sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
with kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd-ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither' from the lake,
And no birds sing. - John Keats, excerpt from "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"


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Tori Amos, Piece by Piece
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The Golden Girls
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KOTOR II
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In the Waiting Line - Zero Seven
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"It is time for me to walk the abyss. Time to reclaim my own. I must talk to the Morningstar. I do not have high hopes for the meeting."
-Dream, Sandman