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And my throatIs deep with song,You do not thinkI suffer afterI have held my painSo long?Because my mouthIs wide with laughter,You do not hearMy inner cry?Because my feetAre gay with dancing,You do not knowI die?

Touching my body of utter death-Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,The flaming source of your bright breath.Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-Knowing so well the wind and the sun-Where is this lightYour eyes see forever?And what is the windYou touch when you run?

Life is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.

So when my actions are stupidThey hardly take God by surprise

And you’re in a hurry-That’s the blues.When you go to buy a candy barAnd you’ve lost the dime you had-Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere-That’s the blues, too, and bad!Submitted by Denice Jackson

All the songs you knowAnd throw them at the sunBefore they meltLike snow