Years have trailed past like clouds over a country, And they’ll never return, for they’re gone forever, And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery Which as a child filled me with wonder, Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me, And …
“Days go past and days come still All is old and all is new, What is well and what is ill, You imagine and construe; Do not hope and do not fear, Waves that leap like waves must fall; Should they praise or should they jeer, Look but coldly on it all”. Things you’ll meet …
What is love ? A lifetime spent Of days that pain does fill, That thousand tears can’t content, But asks for tears still. With but a little glance coquet Your soul it knows to tie, That of its spell you can’t forget Until the day you die. Upon your threshold does it stand, In …
Golden Fields Strange ads and cars shouting, Pavements and concrete poles, Promiscuous women, the vibrating air, Neon light advertising boards, The evening newspaper and the treacherous quiet, Beggars who have no luck at all, Prices which go up, a political party ID, Singers here and there. Trips to heaven, the dollar fluctuating, Electric love whispers, …
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