Shuttled through narrow gaps,
All these walls line our trap.
Brick and
I can throw my hands up
Pleading to the sky.
I can
Was water-white
Sung winter glass
Plaque-platinum cold
Stun Stockholm sun
Tram t
Sleeps in your bed,
Eats from your bread;
God only knows what
The
Ghost at the gate,
Why don't we go
Over the lay of
By the wandering pines
Where the sun goes hiding
Swims a little
He works, he sleeps
He knows his history
He reads, he dreams
So
The thaw comes gnawing
Up the hillside.
Trees cling like vines
To the
When I was a child,
I got lost in the woods
With
She makes her home,
She lives alone
By the seaside.
Her fingers comb;
She
Left the porch light on.
An empty bed--
I couldn't lie awake.
I
I'd made my mind up;
I'd had quite enough.
I was too
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