We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the …

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Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have …

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I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot You call the shots I wanna be yours I wanna be your raincoat for those frequent rainy days I wanna be your dreamboat …

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  The elms stand naked their brown leaves on the ground On the gravel path by the winds scattered around The overnight frost has left the park looking gray Just after daybreak on a cold Winter’s day. The magpie on the blackwood tree seems brave to sing He sings all year round though more often …

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When the crimson rose has faded And our day at last is done; In the forest dark and shaded Blows the tempest, dims the sun. When the night holds us together Shall forgiveness mend the past Will despair bring sunny weather And heal our hearts at last? If we hide within the shadows Will you …

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  Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the …

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  The Truth Teller lifts the curtain, And shows us the people’s plight; And everything seems uncertain, And nothing at all looks right. Yet out of the blackness groping, My heart finds a world in bloom; For it somehow is fashioned for hoping, And it cannot live in the gloom.   He tells us from …

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