Stevie Smith quotes

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I'm sorry to say my dear wife is a dreamer,
And as she dreams she gets paler and leaner.
It was my bridal night I remember,
An old man of seventy-three
Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy?
She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood,
They lisped in accents mild,
Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you'll be able
Very soon not even to cry pretty
As Nature is always careless and indifferent
Who sees, who steps, means nothing and this is pretty.
Fourteen-year-old, why must you giggle and dote,
Fourteen-year-old, why are you such a goat?
People who are always praising the past
And especially the times of faith as best
Hi yih, yippity-yap, merrily I flow,
O I may be an old foul river but I have plenty of go.
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