The FoolA Simplitcity
The earth grows the sky,
As its voices do cry,
Life is hope, and love for the fact we die.
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See AllWhen the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
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The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
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I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
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