Twenty by Stella Benson
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page 8 of 31 (25%)
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More than was due to me.
More than was due to me. Though I do wrong to you, Having no power, Singing no song to you, Bringing no flower, Yet does my youth again Thrill, for the hour Cometh in truth again. Cometh in truth again. I shall possess to-day All I have wanted, All I lacked yesterday Now shall be granted. No longer dumb to you, Changed and enchanted, Singing I'll come to you. Singing I'll come to you. I will amass for you Very great treasure. Swift years shall pass for you Dancing for pleasure. Time shall be slave to me, Giving--full measure-- All that you gave to me. All that you gave to me. |
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