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Written by: Singing Hamel, Ithmian Troubadour
Date: Tuesday, April 4th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
Just a quick update on my concert tour-
I recently (last month) had my first concert, and it was a apparently a huge success. All of Sapience was heard to be shouting "I love you Hamel". I took that as a good sign. Kona, <(x)>, anytime that you can pull up roots, please feel free to join in the fun. Now, for some much needed poetry...
This first one is an original. It was actually written in a foreign tongue, which is now a dead language. It has lost something in the translation, but it is still depressing enough...
The rain falls in the storms of my soul
It covers my world with tears of sadness
What can I do to return to the calm
Which had always been safe within my heart?
I don't believe those who say to let it be
And my spirit will never be able to forget her name.
But must I always live within this hell
Where the world has no sense, no reason?
And now, for something completely different....
Bekl!
What does it mean?
Bekl!
Nothing it seems...
Bekl!
Just say it in teams.
Bekl, Bekl, Bekl!
Bekl!
What's that you say?
Bekl!
How are you today?
Bekl!
You want me to go away?
Bekl, Bekl, Bekl!
Yours in music,
Hamel
Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 245 AF.
tour
Written by: Singing Hamel, Ithmian Troubadour
Date: Tuesday, April 4th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
Just a quick update on my concert tour-
I recently (last month) had my first concert, and it was a apparently a huge success. All of Sapience was heard to be shouting "I love you Hamel". I took that as a good sign. Kona, <(x)>, anytime that you can pull up roots, please feel free to join in the fun. Now, for some much needed poetry...
This first one is an original. It was actually written in a foreign tongue, which is now a dead language. It has lost something in the translation, but it is still depressing enough...
The rain falls in the storms of my soul
It covers my world with tears of sadness
What can I do to return to the calm
Which had always been safe within my heart?
I don't believe those who say to let it be
And my spirit will never be able to forget her name.
But must I always live within this hell
Where the world has no sense, no reason?
And now, for something completely different....
Bekl!
What does it mean?
Bekl!
Nothing it seems...
Bekl!
Just say it in teams.
Bekl, Bekl, Bekl!
Bekl!
What's that you say?
Bekl!
How are you today?
Bekl!
You want me to go away?
Bekl, Bekl, Bekl!
Yours in music,
Hamel
Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 245 AF.