Roar thy thunder
sling thy arrows,
herald hell’s inferno.
I will not cower from
passion’s voice sustains you.
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Once
I am of yesterday,
more the day before.
Ain’t that me there
buried in the rust?
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There?
I wonder were I within you
There
through your eyes see what e’er you see
There
through your ears hear what e’er you hear
There
by your touch feel what e’er you feel
There
could I know the wonder you find in me?
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Rich
RICH
My wealth is not jingle
nor a heart forever throbs,
No.
‘Tis them beside me strode a mile,
saw me home
and asked to keep my smile.
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