Her disease, it said,
'Dark around and within,
But outside, far outside, it's all light.'
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Oh love, oh love, oh foolish love,
You make me feel as if,
I had drunk a gallon of Jack Daniels -
That I am powerless and my life unmanageable.
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And never, never more to see her form,
Not even a glimpse of her,
Not in the nights filled with trembling stars,
Or at noon when bright light
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How about some love poetry?
Right now I am so desperate for your touch
That I can barely speak, let alone write a thing.
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I sing tonight. It's the ol' babalu.
Though tired and drawn, I am called.
I hear the knock at the door.
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I pick a good one and sock it,
Get back to the dugout,
They ask me, what it was that I hit?
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I am here to repeat ancient wisdom:
What do we care what the joyless say?
They should get lost, all of them!
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Johnny! It's Lesbia*, our Lesbia,
The Lesbia, that girl Stanley loved,
Loved more than self and all he calls his own,
Now at the Great Hall, Chicago, Union Station,
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I hate and I love,
You might ask, how do I explain it?
I do not know,
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Another early Sunday evening has arrived.
You, you are gone, abroad;
I sit here by myself and drink coffee.
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