i don’t get out very much
a little light burning blue and coming toward us
thinks like a man, feels like a woman, and acts like a child
in the clear, sweet atmosphere of the openings
their faces had grown pale and their eyes bright
the northern passes of the bohemian frontier were secured
with large eyes and long, dark, curly hair
“do not misunderstand us”
some of the dances are extremely graceful
but their faces had grown pale and their eyes bright
in the clear, sweet atmosphere of the garden
they ravaged the seas at their pleasure
thinking like men, feeling like women, and acting like children
they taught green parrots to whistle
with bright eyes and pale, pale faces
with large eyes and long, dark, curly hair
they ravaged the seas sat their pleasure
as lights played on the restless surface of the waters
the queen’s chamber was panelled with irish oak
light played on the restless surface of the curtains
i don’t get hurt very much
although i drink as much brandy as i choose
and as much whiskey and port also
in the dank atmosphere of the public gardens
thinking like a conqueror, feeling like an an animal, acting like a robot
the play of lights caught the restless surface of the rain on the sidewalk
with bright eyes and long, dark, curly hair
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