41. Omnipresent Paradise
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
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I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
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Last night we saw the sunlight fall
Beyond the gate and old stone wall,
And brighten on the stocks of wheat,
Ripe after days of brooding heat;
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A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets