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Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
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To Marc Crawford
from whom the commission
Whose broken window is a cry of art
(success, that winks aware
as elegance, as a treasonable faith)
is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed première.
Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament.
Our barbarous and metal little man.
“I shall create! If not a note, a hole.
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Did you see a blinding flash lighting up the somber sky,
Fiery swords stabbing savagely like lightning?
Did you see spires of death, dark deadly smoke billowing high,
Rising above raging, flaring flames, consuming a burning building?
Did you hear the sky roar and the screaming sound of wailing sirens,
And deafening sounds that shook and split the ground?
Did you hear the soft sobs of mothers and the loud cries of infants,
Horrifying yells and moans of men in hiding or just huddling around?
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Sauntering a hope,
A simmering cloak,
A positive flow,
Harboring a glow,
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Hold me closer
my feelings are lonely,
I once was a lover
now I am here only;
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You're so very beautiful I wish I had four eyes,
Four hands to hold and two wings to fly
I could capture your smile which captivates me.
The parting of your lips and the blink of your eyes.
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Ideas bloom in mind, when heart is inspired by the beauty of Nature ever
To create best things for humanity to live heavenly life in paradise all dream;
Dreams come true, when all unite by love and friendship for peace and progress;
Unity is better than enmity to fight in wars and destroy all best things of world!
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To work as if
Love in action
To see all work
As good for soul
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Who is not a foolish?
Gajanan Mishra
Who is not a foolish?
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A place, you don't see face
but have got the nice base;
You can easily hop and land
get your all friends of grace.
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How nice would it be
if i could make you stop
if you look back
i can let you go.
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