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Richgraham

Venice

Italy

I stand upon the Venice bridge
Of sighs,
A palace and a prison on each
Side.
I saw from the tidal waves  so
She rise,
As from the strokes of the  blue
Enchanted skies.
A thousands years there cloudy
wings fly,
O, er this far times when many
A subject lies,
Looked upon the renaissance,
Marble stone tied,
Where upon Venice sat and sat
On her throne a hundred times!!

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Mount etna

Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
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I am so blue

Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
Fever

Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
Spanish armada

The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…
O, come talk to thee

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
Draw draw draw

draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
O, come talk to thee

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
A book a tale

Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
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A parting tale

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
Thus us

Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
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Glen

This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer
Mr bojangles

It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the
The door

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
Heather

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 sweet smell

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



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