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AB, the bullace, and the sloe, They burgeon in the Spring; And, when the west wind melts the snow, The redstarts build and sing
But Death’s at work in rind and root, And loves the green buds best; And when the pairing music’s mute, He...
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RE from the brow of the hill I look, Through a lattice of boughs and leaves,
On the old gray mill with its gambrel roof, And the moss on its rotting eaves
I hear the clatter that jars its walls, And the rushing water’s sound,
And I ...
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When I saw you wandering around,
Just a timid girl, looking at the ground.
Really didn't seem familiar to the place.
Never thought we gonna sing a single sound.
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These little Songs,
Found here and there,
Floating in air By forest and lea,
Or hill-side heather,
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Sing me at morn but only with your laugh;
Even as Spring that laugheth into leaf;
Even as Love that laugheth after Life
Sing me but only with your speech all day,
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The poet sang of a battle-field Where doughty deeds were done,
Where stout blows rang on helm and shield And a kingdom's fate was
With the scarlet thread of victory,
And honor from death's grim revelry Like a flame-red flower was wo...
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TE little hands
Pink little feet
Dimpled all over,    Sweet, sweet, sweet
What dost thou wail for
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How fondly I gaze on the fast falling-leaves,
That mark, as I wander, the summer's decline;
And then I exclaim, while my conscious heart heaves,"Thus early to droop and to perish be mine
"Yet once I remember, in moments lo...
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Gather the stars if you wish it so
Gather the songs and keep them
Gather the faces of women
Gather for keeping years and years
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She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her:
One bleached from lying in a sunny place,
One marked in circles by a vase of water,
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her, And coloured, by her daughter - S...
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IA washing hangs upon the line,  but it's not mine
None of the things that I can see    belong to me
The neighbors got a radio with an aerial;  we got a little portable
They got a lot of closet space;  we got a suitcase
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song Fauc                                   First
[Chorus
Endymion
Luna
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Love is enough: though the World be
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
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How long I have wished for something I know well,
But what that something is I cannot tell
So often at sunrise in sad tears I
Shivering with longing for its sake;
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Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;
Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:
And some are sung, and that was yesterday,
And some are unsung, and that may be tomorrow
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