Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson) Biography

The yonder of the day lies still the emptiness of nights faded dreams.
Youthful hopes disappear like the stars we once shared and to all shone.
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You weren't always there by my side as I yours in The Wake
After I've done the Writing and all is bade farewell unto You
The Truth has simply never been put into the Ocean or Lake
Yet buried beneath the Ground you walk among those who
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When The Non-White Doves Sing, I know You're Gone;
To All My Loves who've gave up on The Hopes for Life.
Theatre of Woeful Tragedy is when our Parents died,
When does this leave me to follow; You know I do, Dear Wife.
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When the Cold stillness of Night sets into your warm heart
Then the feelings give way to the mournful loss of feelings
As if to you the day we finally set forth on foot to depart
To whom once was the brightest of all the light ever bearing
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It was after the years of slumber in the season of the Golden Orb,
The Treasure of Knowing you're with those you now Loved at Long,
I realized what is well is also the world's eyes that fall upon a story old,
To critical be an answer for my absence for which I've left to burn Song.
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