| A Bride... Harry Fainlight... |
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In bed with stranger who had picked himup, He lies awake in the dark; How calmly happy he is feeling. |
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Thrown by the pattern of holes in the top Of an old-fashioned paraffin stove, a magic Cathedral window glows on the ceiling. |
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Hollow-feeling, empty of sleep and as yet unbreakfasted, From an already forgotten stranger's bed I stumble out into an unfamiliar part of the town. |
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So dazzlingly greeted! The sunlight's sudden recognition breaking Across a row of houses I have never seen; These shoppers remote as if some distant generation. |
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World, empty of me as I am of you now,
Let me ask of you nothing. All now seems possible, O let me nothing ask. |
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