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I Almost Went To Bed Without Remembering The Four White Violets I Put In The Button-hole Of Your Green Sweater And How I Kissed You Then And You Kissed Me Shy As Though I’d Never Been Your Lover

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I Almost Went To Bed Without Remembering The Four White Violets I Put In The Button-hole Of Your Green Sweater And How I Kissed You Then And You Kissed Me Shy As Though I’d Never Been Your Lover

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When You're Not Feeling Holy, Your Loneliness Says That You've Sinned.

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The Troubles Came And I Saved What I Could Save. A Thread Of Light, A Particle, A Wave.

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I Turned My Back On The Devil, Turned My Back On The Angel Too.

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I Loved You In The Morning, Our Kisses Deep And Warm, Your Hair Upon The Pillow Like A Sleepy, Golden Storm, Yes Many Loved Before Us, I Know We Are Not New, In City And In Forest They Smiled Like Me And You, But Now It's Come To Distances And Both Of Us Must Try, Your Eyes Are Soft With Sorrow, Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye.

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is Not A Lilac Tree.

History Is A Needle For Putting Men Asleep Anointed With The Poison Of All They Want To Keep.

We Are So Small Between The Stars, So Large Against The Sky.

We've Got To Temper Anything We Say With That. On The Other Hand, You've Got To Be Serious About What You Do. And You've Got To Understand The Price You Pay For Frivolity Or Just For Greed - It's A Very High Price, Especially If You're Involved In This Sacred Material, Which Is About The Human Heart And Human Desire And Human Tragedy.

I've Seen The Future And It's Murder.

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.

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I Want History To Jump On Canada's Spine With Sharp Skates.

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Falling In Love

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Family And Friends

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Never Make A Decision When You Need To Pee.

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There Is A Crack In Everything, That's How The Light Gets In.

I Listen To The Radio And I Like All Kinds Of Music, You Know, But I Like To Hear From People Who Have Been There. Hank Williams Has Been There.

From Bitter Searching Of The Heart, Quickened With Passion And With Pain We Rise To Play A Greater Part This Is The Faith From Which We Start.

I'd Written A Lot Of Songs With Hummingbirds In Them. None Of Them Ever Came To Anything, But I Did Write A Few Lines Last Month. It Went Like This: 'listen To The Hummingbird Whose Wings You Cannot See. Listen To The Hummingbird, Don't Listen To Me'.

There Are A Few Things That Deal With Passion. There's Prozac.

All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around Trying To Sound Like Charles Manson.

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