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| + | sad and weary [[I go back to you, my cold father]], my cold mad | ||
| + | father, [[my cold mad feary father]], till the [[near sight]] of the mere | ||
| + | size of him, the [[moyles and moyles]] of it, moananoaning, makes me | ||
| + | [[seasilt]] [[saltsick]] and I rush, my only, into your arms, I see them | ||
| + | rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo | ||
| + | [[moremens]] more. So. [[Avelaval.]] [[My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still.|My leaves have drifted from me.]] | ||
| + | [[My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still.|All. But one clings still.]] I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. [[Lff]]! | ||
| + | [[So soft this morning,ours. Yes.]] [[Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair|Carry me along, taddy, like you]] | ||
| + | [[Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair|done through the toy fair]]! If I seen him bearing down on me now | ||
| + | [[under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels]], [[I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup|I sink]] | ||
| + | [[I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup|I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup]]. Yes, | ||
| + | tid. There's where. First. [[We pass through grass behush the bush to.]] | ||
| + | Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us | ||
| + | then. [[Finn, again! Take.]] [[Bussoftlhee]], [[mememormee!]] [[Till thousendsthee|Till thous-]] | ||
| + | [[Till thousendsthee|endsthee]]. [[Lps]]. [[The keys to. Given!]] A way a lone a last a loved a | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:12, 27 March 2012
sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms, I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning,ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous- endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
PARIS, 1922-1939.
