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Anonymous

For all the things that have been spoken aloud,
I live my life, far far far, from the maddening crowd
And with every breath that's drawn
I venture farther and farther and farther
Away from where I belong

Should I course my way far away
From those who are strange
I am some way closer within arm's breadth
Of what springs and bounds away

If I am asleep, weary from being with lots
I can't recall at all whatever I have
Or have not got

For every river or stream that's found the sea
I have some bitterness, some wrath
For the eyes that have whatever will be

Whatever it seems that is right with thee
My goodness and gracious and splayings
For me

And larks fall with autumn, crows for the mornings
Of winters that now have gone

Gulls find each summer,

The last thing I knew I'd been farthing wrong
I'd ill taken from those things that rue
Things I found for you
And I, aye, myself my soul will at last
Wander away, away and far from the maddening crowd


Untitled

by

Anonymous

For all the things that have been spoken aloud,
I live my life, far far far, from the maddening crowd
And with every breath that's drawn
I venture farther and farther and farther
Away from where I belong

Should I course my way far away
From those who are strange
I am some way closer within arm's breadth
Of what springs and bounds away

If I am asleep, weary from being with lots
I can't recall at all whatever I have
Or have not got

For every river or stream that's found the sea
I have some bitterness, some wrath
For the eyes that have whatever will be

Whatever it seems that is right with thee
My goodness and gracious and splayings
For me

And larks fall with autumn, crows for the mornings
Of winters that now have gone

Gulls find each summer,

The last thing I knew I'd been farthing wrong
I'd ill taken from those things that rue
Things I found for you
And I, aye, myself my soul will at last
Wander away, away and far from the maddening crowd