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but do not let them limit time in the sky; | but do not let them limit time in the sky; | ||
O promise me a promise that you'll keep. | O promise me a promise that you'll keep. | ||
Artist. | Artist. | ||
Fiercely, I live and fiercely I love and fiercely | Fiercely, I live and fiercely I love and fiercely | ||
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None shall enjoy and none destroy | None shall enjoy and none destroy | ||
My Art, none condescend. | My Art, none condescend. | ||
Range | |||
Range Free | |||
O were my love a fragile thing | O were my love a fragile thing | ||
too delicate to bruise or bare, | |||
too tender - lived a flower to wear, | |||
Id crush and keep it pressed away, | |||
memorialing, | |||
But since my love is bold and bluff | |||
Brave, assertive, positive, | |||
strong enough in its crude youth to last. | |||
Of course, I'll let it live and range, | |||
uncorralled, unbridled and wild and rough. |
Latest revision as of 20:05, 14 April 2020
June 3 For Judge Bregstone + Mrs. Bregstone In promise of more S Ky Yearn? I burn, I burn with ceaseless instant fire to make playthings of a blue a [{plenty?]] star. I yearn with my impulsive, swift desire to drift me where the white, sweet phantoms are; to trundle down the Milky Way my laugh; trace footprints on the moon - and run; or fall asleep on clouds. or quaff the dew that is intended for the sun, Dear Earth, when I am gone give out the cry that a child has wandered off somewhere in sleep but do not let them limit time in the sky; O promise me a promise that you'll keep.
Artist. Fiercely, I live and fiercely I love and fiercely have to pay A more severe price for my paradise because of my proud stubborn way. I make my life, and stake, my life if I break it, it's my own, I will not nod to another God be it it mind or stone. When I have done what I've begun, my work with me shall end, None shall enjoy and none destroy My Art, none condescend.
Range Free O were my love a fragile thing too delicate to bruise or bare, too tender - lived a flower to wear, Id crush and keep it pressed away, memorialing, But since my love is bold and bluff Brave, assertive, positive, strong enough in its crude youth to last. Of course, I'll let it live and range, uncorralled, unbridled and wild and rough.