05 June 2014

Song

How can I write a song,
When I have become a song?
My pen is a song
This paper is a song
All my reason is a song
Every thing approaching sense 
is a song -
You will have to trust me on this
And we will get along just fine.

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My days of endless song did not last long; plainly there are worse afflictions to bear and it hath been a remarkably mild start to winter.