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O Canary by Paul Salahuddin Armstrong O canary, Longing escape, Flee your cage, Into Light, Only blessing, O tortured soul. Hatred arises, Not from nothing, Inner torment, Chains of envy, Revulsion, Out to destroy. All beneficial, Beautiful and good. Shutting … Continue reading
A Red, Red Rose – Robert Burns
Sung by Andy M. Stewart O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve … Continue reading
The Fly – William Blake
Little Fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brush’d away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, & sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my … Continue reading
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