As A Perfume Doth Remain
In The Folds Where It Hath Lain
So The Thought Of You Remaining
Deeply Folded In My Brain
Will Not Lea......
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They Pass Upon Their Old Tremulous Feet
Creeping With Little Satchels Down The Street
And They Remember Many Years Ago
Passing Tha......
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I Broider The World Upon A Loom
I Broider With Dreams My Tapestry
Here In A Little Lonely Room
I Am Master Of Earth And Sea
And......
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That Day A Fire Was In My Blood
I Could Have Sung Joy Wrapt Me Round
The Men I Met Seemed All So Good
I Scarcely Knew I Trod The Gr......
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They Weave A Slow Andante As In Sleep
Scaled Yellow Swampy Black Plague Spotted White
With Blue And Lidless Eyes At Watch They Keep
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