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ANGLES WHERE THERE ARE NO LOVES
I roam through town in ashened-white.
My well-bet song I got through life.
I seem to stray through pathways drear -
Beclouded; where there are no loves.
My thoughts might stray to find these words:
That "there is love beyond the clouds",
That "there is love beyond this life":
Love! How costly a thing to find.
Was it the fault of this poor chap,
While love was wanting in the hall,
To earn a spank upon his skull?
A kick on belly that was worse?
I'll tread those paths that men find not,
And go my way as though a wind,
And solo through the harshest winds,
For love is but the scarcest thing.
I spot a place upon the ground,
Where might'ly stands a roasted cow,
And rushing is a stream of strife;
A stream of strife without one life.
Well might I stand and watch such cow,
And maintain here my costly ground,
Where peace, like bundles of a rose,
Capsize upon my softest toes.
Keep; keep right there,, the stuff you have -
I am contented with my price.
A lap of swan I pick and crack,
Is more than jollies with great wounds.
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ANGLES WHERE THERE ARE NO LOVES
ANGLES WHERE THERE ARE NO LOVES