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I sit at night in a darkened room
And rest my eyes from the glare,
The mirror’s cracked in the hallway, and
Another’s cracked..
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I’m writing this in a cellar, deep
In the earth, by candlelight,
Keeping my head down nightly from
The fall of meteorites,
New Y..
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The last of the autumn sun had gone,
The winter was blowing in,
And on her broom, the witch of the north
Arrived with her bag of sin,
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I’d had a spat with my only love
So I set out in the car,
She said, ‘Well, where are you going to?’
I answered, ‘..
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The summer season was almost gone
The circus had been and went,
We looked on sadly across the green
As they packed the final tent,
The..
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We barely remembered the former times
For our times had ceased to run,
Were wiped as clean as our memories
In the land of the hidden sun,..
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Samantha sat at the headland, and
She gazed on out at the sea,
Down where the wake of the submarine
Had all but disappeared,
She thoug..
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I don’t remember my grandfather
He died, before I was born,
And none of the uncles and aunts had kids
So I grew apart, alone,
Th..
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The bones of a Barquentine still lie
On the reef at Shipwreck Cove,
You can see the spars at the lowest tide
Where it sank with its treas..
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Happiness is a Trojan Horse
That invades your surly gates,
It only comes at the best of times
And at other times, it waits,
You know t..
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