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I have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss
I hated them when I was four year… The bright pink berries on the pep… And now they seem quite beautiful… My tower of dreams when I was fou… Was such a tree. Its branches hid…
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…
Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,
Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;
O little year, cram full of duty, Rapture and sorrow, too, Show me the way from old paths of… Into the fields of dew. Strange lorn fields where the moon…
I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,
O little plum tree in the garden,… Aflower again, With memories of a million springs… Brief years of pain. O little tree, you have the power…
I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…
I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…
Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…
He had served eighty masters. The… He 'worked for these employers’ to… And they, if they had heard him, w… To brand him inefficient whom they… For to know eighty masters is to k…
Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
My mission in the world Is to prolong Rapture by turning it Into a song. A song of liberty