Songs (V)
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E. E. Cummings
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| Romario Roges |
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
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| Stein Egil Liland |
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.
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| Avery Nielsen-Webb |
Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
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| Eberhard Grossgasteiger |
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.
Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.
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| Wendy Wei |
Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.
Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.
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| Saad Aslam |
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.
Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.
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| Rafael Cerqueira |
Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
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| Магомед Шапиев |
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.
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