mercredi, novembre 26, 2003
They who called my name
Three came who found me
Yet left me all the same
One came in darkness
Washed high upon the shore
Rescued with tender swiftness
Bathed clothed fed and all
The other sat beside me
Through romeo watson and van gogh
Lent me his bright blue pencil
But lost me his physics score
The third stood in the doorway
Of the old church down the street
Smiling lent me his kind hand
Whispering bless you, trick or treat
But clock ticks now October
For harvest in and rain fall
With bent boughs empty and baskets full
Ripe fruit pity does not store
Three months summer autumn spring
As many days old is fall
Three half dozen candles cold
As waits for seed thaw
There were three friends around me
They who called my name
Three came who found me
Yet left me all the same
One came in darkness
Washed high upon the shore
Rescued with tender swiftness
Bathed clothed fed and all
The other sat beside me
Through romeo watson and van gogh
Lent me his bright blue pencil
But lost me his physics score
The third stood in the doorway
Of the old church down the street
Smiling lent me his kind hand
Whispering bless you, trick or treat
But clock ticks now October
For harvest in and rain fall
With bent boughs empty and baskets full
Ripe fruit pity does not store
Three months summer autumn spring
As many days old is fall
Three half dozen candles cold
As waits for seed thaw
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