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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
you dance every dance with the same fortunate man?
You have danced with him since the music began ...
Won't you change partners and dance with me? Must
you dance quite so close, with your lips touching his face? http://learnenglishonline.yuku.com/topic/13502
"The world was a fantastic, marvelous, awesome place, Rose decided."