Filled full of the sweet

Reminders of you, my dear.

The crowd and the city street,

A hill that is bleak and bare.

A fleecy cloud

Floating high and proud

And I think of my darling’s hair.

A voice that is strangely like

Your own that I turn to see;

A silvery laugh,

Convincing me half

My dreams have been fooling me.

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Soul

BECAUSE,

B

There never was a voice on earth

Could soothe its harrowings,

That’s why these souls God gave to us

Are always lonely things.

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