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while his sketchbook weeps with sorrow
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I hid a seed inside my heart-
A candied, sharp and willful thing
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Take joy in what you have today
and do not dwell on sorrow-
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You were born with wings
wrapped translucent
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My silent child,
littlest one
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I have a confession.
I've fallen for a much younger man
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April's here at last and she
is shaking out her hair-
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Why would a cherry tree weep?
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words of spun sugar and gilded glass
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The echo of your voice
still hangs about this place-
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Oh, how I praise your wondrous hand!
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May your heart break
With the homelessness of your ways
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Your dry smiles tire me,
And your guile-
Isn't beguiling,
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I can weep and love you still.
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It is bitter to see unfulfilled hopes
And long and long
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Remember me, Father
Oh, find me here
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Mighty God
You stretched out your hand and wounded me,
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Each day is a page to open and fill-
Passion’s my inkwell,
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I’ll never be a maiden aunt
or a child prodigy-
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She was passionate and beautiful,
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On the mountaintop castle,
In the quiet farms of Kansas,
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A year ago today my love
went out to paint the roses
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I pull back the covers with a sigh
at the sameness of the day
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Oh, can’t you hear the weeping? In the night, in the rain,
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I want to help
My hands seem always empty
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He sought me-
Not for my beauty,
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I leave the wishing well, (my hated wishing well)
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Dancing days and sacred nights
Reeling songs on dizzy heights
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The garden blooms, the walls are high And life unfolds its splendor
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Texas baby, you don't know
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I’ll fly away on goose-down wings across the velvet sky,
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