Denis McGuire

When looking at the willow
There came to me a thought
It's not the mourning face
That men have often taught
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Pitter pat, it softly falls,
The rain upon the sill.
Harder, harder droplet falls,
Until the sound is shrill.
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The dark, it settles on the hills
Every shred of light it kills
Looking up I see the night
Stars above, they shine so bright
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If you're up before the dawn
You can watch it coming in
As the treetops softly yawn
Waking all the birds within
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Soft and white the snows falling
Each God's name is calling
Now with White the world is bound
White blankets on the ground
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Life is like a river,
Stones and dimples bend,
Bending back and forward,
Light the sun doth send.
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I saw the sun was setting,
Way down along the shore.
I tried to go and chase it,
I chased it more and more.
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So, when you see a woman
And all you see is pain
Don't you ever stop to think
That you might be insane?
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So falling down it cries aloud
It's falling down upon the croud
It's shouting now its majesty
To see the humans run and flee
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So, never have I found a friend
That in my darkest days
Could send the sad away from me
To show the sunshine-rays
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So I hope that you'll be looking,
Looking down upon this page,
And I hope that there'll be welling,
Welling in your eyes so sage.
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Youre like
A summer wind
on a sunny day
A soft sweet breeze
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