In a tomb,
Of a room,
Lays a brideless groom,
With blossoms in bloom,
Yet the darkness begins to loom,
And sing a forgotten tune,
Of the fabled old bafoon,
Who sought to step at the top of the dune,
Who sought to be that resented hoon,
Whose grave was dug but with a spoon,
A man whose wife will see him soon,
Again the stars guide back the moon
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The soul bleeds behind the eyes.

They hide what is or will be,

as time goes by.

There is no cure for what is there.

Forever blind, without a care.

Because what is hidden behind the eyes,

Behind the lies

Behind the bitterness

And despise

Lies

What lies beneath that tender scar

The true meaning of what it means to cry,

For what is or will be

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You were right and left,
A straight shot path, a winding road,
You voluntarily took up the family crest,
Its lion stands tall abroad,
Its black, its gold, its silver, its red,
Its crown of jewells above a courageous lions head.
You wore it with pride and you left it behind,
left me behind, 
which one of us is dead?

Forever wondering what could have been,
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His wife, Pat the Monkey, was devoted and loving, but not even she knew Phil’s horrible secret.

See if you can decode Phil the Monkeys secret in the previous entry!

Don't tell!
Don't tell!
Nobody else can know!
I will tell whoever I like, giving you no place to go!
My image!
My image!
Yet I will ignore, scorn and abuse!
But be it not for this pilgrimage,
Our friendship I would not use!
Flash back!
Flash back!
Oh the past is grand!
Oh the world is so fantastic!
When its your own made up land!

Nobody knew why he was sad, but then again they didn’t know about his horrible secret.

Everyone knew he was only happy on the outside, but very very sad on the inside.

He lived in a little village in Mexico.

Phil was a happy monkey.