Speak, speak, for underneath the cover thereThe sand is running from the upper glass,And when the last grain's through, I shall be lost.
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For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast...
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I am content to live it all again, And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.
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Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,And dream about the great and their pride;They have spoken against you everywhere,But weigh this song with the great and their pride;I made it out of a mouthful of air,Their children's children shall say they have lied.
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The friends that have it I do wrongWhen ever I remake a song,Should know what issue is at stake:It is myself that I remake.
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