Can you, the wind, behold a greater thing
Than this, your mount’nous celebration king?
I don’t recall how fast the towers cracked
But, lo, the sound was mighty with the fall.
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The wind was howling but you couldn’t hear. People were stuffing their homes with corncob pipes and cellophane wrappers. What is the sense in that?
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Love, how quickly you render me a fool.
Never has there been a more passionate or painful school.
Love, how quickly you render me a fool.
Look how the mind slips under your rule—
Helpless to withstand the quiet care.
Love, how quickly you render me a fool.
Longing heart and burning stare—
Despairing, hoping, hope, despair.