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Spick and span leather shoes The pavement has read your news You're worn out soles Curb, rub and run On the coals Of the burnt out sun Once they were bare And had the fun of the fair
Life, death, the here ever after This worlds jib, jibs, triangular! The father, son and Holy Ghost Desire, love and lust! They’re the obsequious... Yearnings, burning in us most;
Language is the kingdom of the soul It's compass is the making of the whole Weather by madness Science or art It's lineage contains the heart. And when the needle points out death
Morning-glory must open! To seed the steps of heaven And on her nap of cloud; Might yours be a halo a crown? Opening the gates of heaven... And that basket of laundry
When the last of the rowanberries are eaten It is said, then’ that truly the winter began; Invaders sit on TV aerials of ermine Pinkish-brown birds from as far as Japan.