THE April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.
Sara Teasdale
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You are the secret my heart holds silently, quietly, gleefully. When life erupts around me or tu... -
Nine Million Bicycles Lyrics
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Go ahead, throw words and words and words over me until I am covered. A strong wind comes- they blow away. Save me the trouble of ...
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