Something told the wild geese
It was time to go;
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, - 'snow'.
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If once you have slept on an island
You'll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name,
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I'd like to be a lighthouse
All scrubbed and painted white.
I'd like to be a lighthouse
And stay awake all night
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Elves can't catch cold and they never cry.
But any sunny day you may spy
On fields and lawns all under the sky
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We sat together in the small, square room,
Late sunshine fell across the kitchen floor
In yellow patches. I could hear the boom
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This small house fitted him like some square shell
Weathered and worn, as if it somehow bore
His very likeness, but no smoke thread mounts;
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I'd like to be walking the Cranberry Road,
Where the sea shines blue through the bristling firs,
and the rocky pastures are overgrown
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