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STREET ANGEL by HENRY T. CHAMBERS

First Line: SHE MUST PAINT TO CATCH THE STARES
Last Line: IN THE WINTER TIME?
She must paint to catch the stares
Of gents who would kiss,
For no man knows and none cares
How pale she is.

(She will dream again tonight
Of plowed, ruddy loam,
Of clover-green and blossom-white,
And the wild plums at home.

(She knows it's fool's bliss
To lie dreaming late
Of brown lads you cannot kiss
And plums you never ate,

(And what kind of joy comes
From a dream or a rhyme
Of meadow larks and sand plums
In the winter time?



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