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Duet
(I sing with myself)
Out of my sorrow
I'll build a stair,
And every to-morrow
Will climb to me there—
I'll build a stair,
And every to-morrow
Will climb to me there—
With ashes of yesterday
In its hair.
In its hair.
My fortune is made
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride—
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride—
Little red coins
In a heart I hide.
In a heart I hide.
The stones that I eat
Are ripe for my needs,
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds—
Are ripe for my needs,
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds—
Clear are the notes
Of my broken reeds.
Of my broken reeds.
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