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How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on…


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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my…


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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire,…


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When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and…


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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely,…


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And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the…


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I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of…


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So do I and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for…


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I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit…


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The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its…