You say you
heard me cry?
No, not
really, it was not I
It was a
lost soul,
Wandering
alone
And
wandering wide
Waiting,
waiting for a tide.
You think
you saw me smile?
No, you’re
out by a mile.
It was a
merry heart
A cup filled
to the brim
Intoxicated with
joy
Pure pleasure,
unalloyed.
You fear you saw me frown?
No, for I am a clown
With a cheerful face
And two twinkling eyes
Suns hiding darkened skies.
you caught my whispers, you feel?
Perhaps it was a passing breeze,
Or the swoosh of wheels
In an instant gone
Empty path left forlorn.
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