Original Submissions by Travis of type 'Songs'

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  A Monologue
  Added on Mar 26, 2006

  Zalanthan fatalism at it's finest.

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  Originally composed and performed by Jalaya Orlani of Konviwedu Circle
  
  Oh what is art?  I must enquire...
  A flavored word, or lyric fire?
  A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
  A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?
  
  The answer drifts upon the air..
  Like Cenyr's glass: it's source is rare.
  The question be, to those who see,
  is why our art doth set us free.
  
  Each rhythmic beat that comes from here,
  escapes our hearts without a fear.
  And travels far to spread the word,
  of life, and love, and loss unheard.
  
  The journey ends where it began,
  from far and wide across the sand.
  Behind it all there is no more,
  until it's all been done before.
  
  And when it has at last been said...
  we all will lie forgotten, dead.

  Originally composed and performed by Jalaya Orlani of Konviwedu Circle
  
  Oh what is art?  I must enquire...
  A flavored word, or lyric fire?
  A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
  A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?
  
  The answer drifts upon the air..
  Like Cenyr's glass: it's source is rare.
  The question be, to...
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