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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

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Dylan Cummins

on 29 April 2014

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Transcript of Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Thy

wind always blows,
Through the sky

it knows the goes.
People have the needs,
O, for a lovely fresh breeze.

Clouds massive, they like to breathe too
,
So when the wind catches a flu,
A gasp it will need;
The clouds are without air
Whilst the winds rest on a chair

Floating balls of cotton deflate,
Like lungs drowning, they suffocate,
Now the great puff gone,
The deadly wind flu has won.

The sky will never be the same.
Laugh I do,
Death to me is just another game.
The cloud will never return,
Oh well, the
wind will continue to churn.

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee steps shall be,
For ever and ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river
:
Nowhere by thee steps shall be
For ever and ever.

But here where sigh
thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver:
And here by

thee will hum the bee
Forever and ever

A thousand sun will steam on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver
;
By not by thee my steps shall be,
Forever and ever

A Farewell
Break, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he
sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Break, Break Break
Style of Alfred Lord Tennyson
Without A Breath
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