Reginald Scott Biography

A crimson bird in the air with the wings of angels
It flies over the sea and mountains
A mind inspired in a mind; the thought spirals like a....
Tempest of knowledge forgotten in the realm of promise
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I am striving for a thing that's real
The purpose of life is to touch and feel
The thoughts that reside in the depths of minds
Untalented thoughts define the times
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I come in the rain, my heart without trust
Accepting the pain of true mortal lust
The air my companion for it i will plead
As i breath it in my heart cancels need
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