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And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
 
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'Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?'
I remember those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'

But O O O O that Shakesperian Rag -
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
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28th-Jul-2010 02:32 pm(no subject)
The Second Prince, Schneizel el Britannia;

  • sixteen years old, Northern Bulliac dormitory
  • six feet tall, still to gain a few inches, still to become a good deal broader in the shoulder

  • a model student
  • and a model son

  • an unbeaten chess player
  • a talented pianist
  • with the right smile for the right situation
  • and ever impeccable posture

  • he feels like he rings a bit hollow, sometimes
  • and there's a whip in his coat he's not afraid to use


Come, my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world.




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