Dance to the tune,
The evening calling me sings,
Dance to living,
Like waking
To believe
That life is wonderful
And we all beings
Are never leaving
Shut out
In clout
Of things...
For the evening sings
Dancing steps...
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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Lord As a pianist whence Fully one fills a sense... An evening thinks perhaps it proper To become a starry night's divine lover... ...
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Once the sculpted face Fell and with it fell Our pride Our demons We made love after that By the sides of our past. (For 'Magp... -
For the last few days... They are not talking... They just listen together-songs... Not songs proper even-some kind of music, instrument...
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