Those leaflets
Fell toward Aztec tombs
As Monarchs
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My curses gazed upon the foe
Who perched on wires by the tree:
"Just who is it you seek, Old Crow,
The neighbor boy, or is it me? "
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Our sun, that shiny orb our Lord,
That star amongst a billion bright,
Authentic outshines all their horde
And is alone Intrinsic Light.
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I knew a girl who loved the dark,
Whose lonely laughter plagu'd the night:
She flew a broom of riddled bark
Against the pale of crescent light.
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From Autumn leaves that auburn wear
The Winter's dreadful cold in chain,
To Spring's electric, emerald air
Whom Summer amplifies in train …
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that lucid dark
whose light is done
seems all its moons are crescent now
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Can I cast blame for what she eats,
Or that she strolls where sunlight sleeps;
Or blame her that her skin is pale,
Whose lips are glist'ning red as ale?
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The swing that breaks the dang'ling bag
Sends candy bouncing all around:
They rush and rush and push and fuss,
And knock each other to the ground.
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