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Side 28
The sound of wind That shakes the mobile trees at dawn , the noise Of wind - bent fountain water rustling upon Drought dried grass , and radiance of the sun Annihilates the walls : the formless voice' I dreamed one night my love died ...
The sound of wind That shakes the mobile trees at dawn , the noise Of wind - bent fountain water rustling upon Drought dried grass , and radiance of the sun Annihilates the walls : the formless voice' I dreamed one night my love died ...
Side 8
BABETTE DEUTSCH For Dylan Thomas On the Day of His Death “ Do not go gentle into that good night , ” you told The old man . It was not gently that you went , You who were young . Nor gentle can be the lament Raised for you , near the ...
BABETTE DEUTSCH For Dylan Thomas On the Day of His Death “ Do not go gentle into that good night , ” you told The old man . It was not gently that you went , You who were young . Nor gentle can be the lament Raised for you , near the ...
Side 23
Shall Tonight I When I See Night ” STEPHEN SANDY Bittersweet Spring's sweet April , meet here Fall's. EDWARD POWELL Shall tonight I when I see night , proceed to The light - speckled cavern , Following along steadily My eyes , to be ...
Shall Tonight I When I See Night ” STEPHEN SANDY Bittersweet Spring's sweet April , meet here Fall's. EDWARD POWELL Shall tonight I when I see night , proceed to The light - speckled cavern , Following along steadily My eyes , to be ...
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