Winters tale
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It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad
The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake
Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor