SAINT STEPHEN
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Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Where ever he goes the people all complain.
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Stephen prosper in his time
Well he may and he may decline
Did it matter, does it now?
Stephen would answer if he only knew how
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Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to hell
Hell half way twixt now and then
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again
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Lady finger, dipped in moonlight
Writing "What for?" across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers
Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye
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Speeding arrow sharp and narrow
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
Several seasons with their treasons
Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own
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Did he doubt or did he try?
Answers a-plenty in the by and by
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
One man gathers what another man spills
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Saint Stephen will remain
All he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and the foam
Been here so long he's got to calling it home
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Fortune comes a-crawling, calliope woman
Spinning that curious sense of your own
Can you answer? Yes I can
But what would be the answer to the answer man?
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-------------William Tell Bridge---------------
High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops
Around the twined shafts of lavender
They're crawling to the sun
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Underfoot the ground is patched
With climbing arms of ivy wrapped
Around the manzanita stark and shiny in the breeze
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Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack
Of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky
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William tell has stretched his bow
Till it won't stretch no further more
And it will require a change that hasn't come before
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