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Sonnet
Shall I be alone, alone, with my dreaming?
Shall I be can, if time want, what I wanted?
The time is only the fire while it's raining,
The life, by sorrow's restlesness haunted.
Can I look on the far-off living roads?
A sigh of me, withholding and nigh dying,
Nearly wants and desirates haven't loads,
and walking, riding, plowing to go living.
The life, the living we want, no more death!
Nor impetus, no warring, no most crying,
nor living like a shadow or beneath!
The world no wants'o justly turn and passing,
Nor people breathin' sighin' and being crawled.
And so my chant finished so, but I'm
falling.
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Shall I be can, if time want, what I wanted?
The time is only the fire while it's raining,
The life, by sorrow's restlesness haunted.
Can I look on the far-off living roads?
A sigh of me, withholding and nigh dying,
Nearly wants and desirates haven't loads,
and walking, riding, plowing to go living.
The life, the living we want, no more death!
Nor impetus, no warring, no most crying,
nor living like a shadow or beneath!
The world no wants'o justly turn and passing,
Nor people breathin' sighin' and being crawled.
And so my chant finished so, but I'm
falling.
© All Rights Reserved
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