1. |
After Love
04:36
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There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You where the wind and I the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.
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2. |
Roses And Rue
03:49
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Bring me the roses white and red,
And take the laurel leaves away;
Yea, wreathe the roses round my head
That wearies `neath the crown of bay.
`We searched the wintry forests thro`
And found no roses anywhere -
But we have brought a little rue
To twine a circlet for your hair.`
I would not pluck the rose in May,
I wove a laurel crown instead;
And when the crown is cast away,
They bring me rue - the rose is dead.
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3. |
The Kiss
05:33
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I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
tThat cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
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4. |
Faces
04:09
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People that I meet and pass
In the city`s broken roar,
Faces that I loose so soon
And have never found before,
Do you know how much you tell
In the meeting of our eyes,
How ashamed I am, and sad
To have pierced your poor diguise?
Secrets rushing without sound
Crying from your hiding places-
Let me go, I cannot bear
The sorrow of the passing faces.
People in the restless street,
Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
That you know as much of me?
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5. |
When I Am Not With You
05:05
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When I am not with you
I am alone,
For there is no one else
And there is nothing
That comforts me but you.
When you are gone
Suddenly I am sick,
Blackness is round me,
There is nothing left.
I have tried many things,
Music and cities,
stars and there constellations
And the sea,
But there is nothing
That comforts me but you;
And my poor pride bows down
Like grass in a rain-storm
Drenched with my longing.
The night is unbearable,
Oh let me go to You
For there is no one,
There is nothing
To comfort me but you
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6. |
There Will Be Rest
03:35
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There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow,
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,
The music of stillness holy and low.
I will make this world of my devising
Out of a dream in my lonely mind,
I shall find the crystal of peace, - above me
Stars i shall find.
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7. |
Ghost Track
05:08
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