Patrick Fealy Biography

I love the fallen branches
bereft upon the ground
Just so we'd be grafted on
to the tree of life they found
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Gordon lightfoot
Silver wings of summer
Lift the minstrel high
Carry him to paradise
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My love
Her heart is like a forest
where all my thoughts abide
Resting in the shadows where lonely lovers used to hide
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I did forget but I'll confess
those nights that brought me lifelessness
Each lost embrace, each tepid kiss
that failed to fill her soul with bliss
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He took the air at Acre's walls this nameless knight in black
to face the foe beyond his shield with lance and sword and ax
and offer to the King of Kings His troth before the field
by gallant act of Chivalry Jerusalem would Yield
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