I was sad enough last Saturday,
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I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say.
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You came to to two cherry cokes, came to to coke.
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In the morning, when the wind is still warm,
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and the rivers still coming and following.
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The Astor hotel is black in the windows, black in the hall.
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Since we left separately.
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A country letter, straight from a widow: come in the nighttime,
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to the back porch, throw rocks at my window,
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and climb the terrace to the landing.
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This house built cleverly for you and me.
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(you sound like young love)
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Red Paint
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The Promise Ring |