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| Description: | Our side of the fence is all dovetail — where they winked and upset the story-book, that's over on your side |
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| Description: | As a sporting proposition of gaiety infused with taxes no modern culture could survive without a touch of France |
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| Description: | New land cut out by real imaginary lines based in older spirit courses lay and bedrock, flight of birds and pointed feet |
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| Description: | Everybody who lived should get a gold watch for endurance and a chain for hanging |
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| Description: | De Pere, Wis. The sound has never left the harp The song will never leave the well |
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| Description: | In the letter was the hope that you were well For shorter hours A newer coat And Grace when there was any Grace to tell |
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| Description: | The buildup of Answers took many years On Saturday the band was stilled and Monday morning they tore it down leaving front and back of another... |
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| Description: | Always looking at the vacancy in that great sea of people All there ever was was a greeting card and that one a mirage |
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| Description: | First one light is the truth and then another but always it is shining on some counterpart |
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| Description: | There used to be a quiet. It wasn't deafness, it was roses But they don't make it any more They think it was a toy |
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| Description: | White horses, white fences that money can't buy |
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| Description: | Years ago, there was a man-sound from the hills, and a lifetime later its aged and legendary echo |
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| Description: | The boss says — The center is — Good workmen then served two masters One a man, the other a craft A fine-edged tool biting life-long in... |
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| Description: | Everybody was wonderful Stars kept rising, pink and gold Trailing threads of breathless music barely out of reach Hand to hand around the n... |
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| Description: | The earth is never still, but speaks her lovers lying twined among the roots of grasses, lying long stretched out from hill to hill There wher... |
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| Description: | In the soft underside of war The home point is to be home again with honor without quite understanding why |
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| Description: | Hang hope still higher, let it ring Spend every care this day for hope itself must decorate the dream |
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| Description: | In the afternoon, nothing Overnight, unseen In the morning, a wooden horse with strangers sending telegrams for more |
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| Description: | We were promised, we were told that candy came in stripes and boxes But some was stacked, like lost rewards, the chocolate-coated paradoxes |
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| Description: | A word without momentum that settled on a note of calm caught wind and spun its venom into froth, to cool a Sunday afternoon in June |
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