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Born on the crisp blue western shore But soon with family eastward bound
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In storm gray eyes you hold the sea,
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Today I walked out to the rocky ledge
that trails the briny, cold, blundering sea.
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There's an angel, on green hills a strollin',
searchin' high and low for the peaceful things
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The girl who glows like gold on fire
with summer's warmth lighting her face,
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Shine through this fog, o shine
Dear friend. Your kind dear
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A moment snatched from fickle time
and set upon a glossy page,
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Through summer rains I've wandered,
down autumn trails I've sauntered,
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Fine thoughts hung on silver threads
illumined by pearly light
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The clouds roll in:
another fight,
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Your dark eyes with laughter glowing
and your voice gaily echoing
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If only your yesteryear
could be my tomorrow
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I watched him slowly awake from his night's delirium
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He rode up donning a gray habit
on a fine strong sorrel mare,
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Down an old forgotten lane
under cypress hung with moss,
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With one quick glance
your fine eyes entrance
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One balmy night
n' moon in sight,
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My mind is running circles
around this unearned bliss;
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Away, your troubles I would chase,
and banish them without a trace,
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They peered out through the mist,
two eyes seeming to insit
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Entering a room of flame
through a whirling human sea
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At dusk I walk to find you
beneath a sky of sapphire blue
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See the towman towing
the burden of his charge,
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I am like the river
on the surface quiet and calm,
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Unless you are slicker
than speeding light
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Your last photograph, so complicated,
and it is an outright shame,
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If I could look upon your face
I would recollect my place
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His favorite declarative
was "everything's imperative!"
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You claim to be a rambling man
ready to pack up and go,
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You speak to me in whispers
of remembered lullabies
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I see you standing there,
graceful beauty,
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Time you evil changling,
Ever messing with my mind,
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With eager ear and glad heart
I listen to your tales
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Here is a day to remember good and well
all that is your living spell,
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Lead on piper with your song
calling forth the willing throng.
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