There’s a ember glowing in my eyes
That flickers in the chill
A light that threatens soon to die
If it were not for my will.
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Such an Artist was Pygmalion,
Aye there’s a tale
To dwell upon,
A carver of ivory, clay, and bronze
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What good is kindness for an hour
Or charity that is short-lived
When you have it in your power
To give, protect, and give?
...
Lillian runs
Into the breathlessness of night,
Then alits;
A Moravian Jewess
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Give me not your daffodils
Or your roses dying;
Stain not these petals with your tears,
Your breath, your quiet crying.
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He sat in his old rusting truck
Feeling his age, and out of luck;
To his daughter-in-law
An impossible burden
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First you must
Betray your friends
To show you're loyal
To their ends;
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As you grab your shaft of steel
And hang above her blubber
Remember how bad your shaft can feel
Unless you wear a rubber;
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I am dying every minute
My soul is slipping away
I cannot stop life’s progression
I cannot halt my own decay;
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