Write a song for me, O poet,
Write so I can dance in glee,
Write a song with hills and all,
Write a song of you and me:
Write the merry lines of joy;
Even the graves will stop, to cheer,
Write the moving words of life;
Even the stones will weep to hear
Write a song on your new table
Write so that the world can read;
For the night has been for long,
Bright hours of love is all they need,
Take out your ink and satchel,
Sit down while you wait and think,
Write of all the good things and me
While I get something to drink.
/Innocence/
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