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One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,

You stand right here beneath the tree.
You stand and rain it pours.
The more you think, the more you're free,
Just open all the doors,
Which once were closed for you and now,

Gone, gone again,
May,
June,
July,

The days have slain the days, and the seasons have gone
And brought me the summer again; and here on the grass I
As erst I lay and was glad ere I meddled with right and with wrong
Wide lies the mead as of old, and the river is creeping

IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone; Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint, and languid and low, He la...

Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo' bed,
Go to sleep an' res' yo' little head,
Been a-kind o' ailin' all de day
Didn't have no sperit fu' to play

Has my heart gone to sleep
Have the beehives of my dreamsstopped working, the waterwheelof the mind run dry,scoops turning empty,only shadow inside
No, my heart is not asleep
It is awake, wide awake

ON
Martha's dead and gone;          Toll the bell
toll the bell
Her weary hands their labor cease;          Good night, poor Martha,— sleep in peace

my life story
is littered;
with the ghosts;
of golden;