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Such a Sorry, Rainy Song
Yes, and was a summergirl
tho' now the tallish wind
has swirled the swishing,
whirling me the autumn
into winter.
Shall I wonder an despair
away to such a sweetheart sadness
like the summerheat and hollow sh&dONS
ob, the place is rusting colors
somewhere green and blue are hid
amid desire. such a sorry, rainy song.
In the end, without prophetiC overtones or fixtures
there will sudden bursts of yellows
but to wander here a wait
before the yesterday of song
is past a season.
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