...perhaps my best years are gone ...
but I wouldn't want them back.
Not with the fire in me now...
but I wouldn't want them back.
Not with the fire in me now...
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- james e.
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- Little Gidding (from Four Quartets)
- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
- Mirror in February
- Those Winter Sundays
- Funeral Blues
- I caught a train that passed the town where you lived
- Walking Away
- The Whole Mess...Almost
- A Radio With Guts
- from Krapp's last tape
- Shut Up, I'm Going to Sing You A Love Song
- Song to a Seagull
- Barter
- The Planter's Daughter
- To the Man After the Harrow
- On Raglan Road
- Advent
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