Winter was cold and the clothing was thin
But the gentle
I wake up in the early when I see my
As I beside some winter's fire
Sat writing words strange and
Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming
Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?
All life
Gently tender falls the rain,
washing clean the slate again;
But leave
A strange thought just crossed my mind paid the rains
We're all still here
no one has gone away
Waiting, acting much
How sweet to be a cloud, floating in the blue.
Lying
The dust of the rivers does murmur and weep
Hard and
I learned in school
That I was mad if they
I am the question that cannot be answered,
I am the
Cracks rack the windows,
Howls hold the floor;
Rains rot the rafters,
And
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my
factory chimney cough yellow smoke
trucks and trains go rumbling
throw
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