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| But I heard the heavens say--Is it right? This continual changing back and forth? | ||
| Laughter and tears and so on? Mightn't just plain sadness be sufficient for him? | ||
| No! I'll not accept that any more, you bewhiskered old caverns of blue! | ||
| This is just right for me. I am cozily ensconced in the balcony of my face |
| Looking out over the whole darn countryside a beacon of satisfaction | ||
| I am. I'll not trade places with a king. Here I am then, continuing yet ever beginning | ||
| My perennial voyage, into new memories, new hope and flowers | ||
| The way the coasts glide past you. I shall never forget this moment |
| Because it consists of purest ecstasy. I am happier now than I ever dared believe | ||
| Anyone could be. And we finger down the dog-eared coasts... | ||
| It is all passing! It is past! No, I am here, | | |
| Bellow the coasts, and heCC even the heavens roar their assent | |
| As we pick up a lemon colored light horizontally | ||
| Projected into the night, the night that heaven | ||
| Was kind enough to send, and I launch into the happiest dreams | ||
| Happier once again, because tomorrow is already here! |
| Yet certain kernels remain. Clouds that drift past sheds — | | |
| Read it once in the official bulletin. We shan't be putting out today. | | |
| The old stove smoked worse than ever because rain was coming down its chimney. | ||
| Only the bleary eye of the fog accosted one through the mended pane. |
| Outside the swamp water lapped the broken wood step. | ||
| Nearby a rowboat was moored in the alligator-infested swamp. | ||
| Somewhere, from deep in the interior of the jungle, a groan was heard. | ||
| Could it be...? Anyway, a rainy day--wet weather. |
| The whole voyage will have to be cancelled. | ||
| It would be possiXXXXX impossible to make connectio XXXXXXXXXX different connections. | | |
| Anyway the hotels are all full at this season. The junks packed with refugees | ||
| Returning from the islands. Sea-bream and flounder abound in the muddied waters... |
| bone | | |
| They areXXX in fact represent the background of the island economy. | | |
| That, and cigar rolling. Please leave your papers at the desk as you pass out, | ||
| You know. "The Wedding March." Ah yes, that's the way. The couple descend | ||
| The churXXXX steps of the little old church. Ribbons are flung, ribbons of cloud | |
| And the sun seems to be coming out. But there have been so many false alarms... | ||
| No, it's happened! The storm is over. Again the weather is fine and clear. | ||
| And the voyage? It's on! Listen everybody, the ship is starting, | ||
| I can hear its whistle's roar! We have just time to make it to the dock! |
| And away they pour, in the sulfoursXXXX urous sunlight | | |
| To the aqua and silver waters where stands the glistening white ship | ||
| And into the great vessel they pour, a motley and happy crowd | ||
| Chanting and pouring down hymns on the surface of the ocean... |
