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“What have you,
What have you?”
The mockingbird cried.
“Where's going?
Where's growing?”
He said with a sigh.
Th..
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When waking eyes
No longer see
the reason they
came to be.
When coldest heats
begins to ache,
when this ancient echo
starts to break.
..
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I never wanted
the mirrors reflection
to shine like the rays of the sun.
I never wanted
the tools of introspection
to cut through my gaze jus..
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What if we saw thingslike a picture bookall these pictures,but no frame.What if we heard thingscountless fixtures,and nothing'squite the same.What if ..
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Oh humanity, humanity
the limit is no longer the sky.
You climbed all up the food chain,
and you really got quite high,
but lest you all forget no..
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Come to me lover,
that we may share,
an evening together,
without a care.
I know that I've said
some cruel things,
but you know and I know
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My lady grey,
She keeps me at home,
she keeps me at home,
she keeps me at home-
My lady grey,
she keeps me at home,
and won't let me out to play..
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The doors,
the door, they close on me.
The doors, the doors,
and how?
The doors,
the doors,
they close on me,
across my mountainous brow.
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I dreamed of a room
and a thousand stars
With whirls of men
and their motor cars.
I dreamed of houses
all pristine and white
lined up so str..
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This poem is just like watching clouds...
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