I've been thinking about Greece
The light of oil lamps and candles
It lives in my spine
O child this is your dream
Every pebble dreams
I'm afraid you think you need to bow before me
ME 109
The beach was full of the young and beautiful
When you are fallen, think of today
The key turns in the ignition
At best we can slow the rate of departure
How difficult it is to look at them
A woman in my class write, "I am sick!"
What seas, what shore, what grey rocks, what islands
The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger
Whispers and small laughter
Light, dark, dry, damp
I have walked many years in this dark city
There were three paintings and they looked like a set
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