Come quick. Give me your hand.
Let us go walking on the white sand.
We must go early before the sun's high
for then comes the time when our feet will fry.
...
The water was cold, the waves fierce
but she plunged in anyway.
For she needed to cleanse her soul once more
on this bitter day.
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I shall lie among the weeds today
And forget the beauty of flowers.
For they are too precious to my eyes
To waste on lonely hours.
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My mother never told me
that when I was full-grown
I would put away childish ways
and wander on my own
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When you are gone
There's darkness around.
The green moss
covers the ground.
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Into the twilight zone I travel
where others may fear to go.
But since my youthful days I knew
that I could accept life's blows.
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All was quiet, nary a sound.
Yet there seemed to be something around.
The halls were vacant, the rooms quite bare
but the presence of something was always there.
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I bought myself a little fan
and placed it next to my bed.
I didn't buy it to keep me cool.
I bought it to clear my head.
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She walks the boards in Atlantic City
Oblivious to the looks of pity.
She sleeps under the boards in Atlantic City
with a cat she found. She calls it Kitty.
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Children of the poor
ever since your birth
what is it you have known?
What is it you are worth?
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