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Song: Dost Thou Idly Ask To Hear
Dost thou idly ask to hear / At what gentle seasons / Nymphs relent, when lovers near
William Cullen Bryant
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Take it to the future (Acoustic Lyrics with Audio)
*The light under the lampshade,* / *needs a sacrifice* / *The night under the skies,*
@SassyJ
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First dates and my inability to have a normal first kiss
Why does it seem that men are scared of intelligent women. / of course this is a generalization. / She was going to work in the private sector, or maybe in state politics.
@giano-m-hurtado
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"Brookside" (1.2.24)
The last day of the year, and I paid a visit to show my respects / To attempt to humble my flesh / To give my reflection of a failed man
@NkuziOkoro
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Seven a.m.
Playful Fawns in early Aprilis garb / Foraging the Sepia brown patchwork detritus , / the clap of brookside along the foggy divide ..
@randolph-l-wilson
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Bound Book
It's a funny thing, it is, really for two / To live in so much misery, in love / We know each other in our minds
@jbdvet75
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trickling
amidst the summer sweltering giving / like a river flowing down the mountain / which has clear flowing brookside fragrance
@wordvango
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The Summer Alcove ...
To the scientist a scheme .. / For the poet a dream .. / To riparian Eagle the treetops o'er quiet 'brookside' ..
@randolph-l-wilson
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common/wealth
I still think in-sync with the ceremonial intro. / Even though its reduced to unclaimed brick, / I visit naughty corridors and assembly halls
@LewisWynDavies
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The Rains Epilogue ...
*The east appeared with gleam , sweetish and balm / Convective , white light did shine upon the fallows / Hayfields became lambswool , brown thrashers sang of rainbows , of life principle bestowed resurgent , appeased , arable piedmont cropland , genuflect before the bluest of blue , before the mother of cloudburst , upon the gray toned and the disturbed , the humbled stricken tenders of the lowland barrow within the earshot of crackling cane , across the froth of over washed brookside , oak liquor tipping the surface of pooled hollows , wire grass laid to rest among yearling pine and sycamore*
@randolph-l-wilson
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