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DUET (I SING WITH MYSELF) by LEONORA SPEYER

First Line: OUT OF MY SORROW
Last Line: BECAUSE OF MY WINGS!
Subject(s): SINGING & SINGERS;
Out of my sorrow
I'll build a stair,
And every tomorrow
Will climb to me there;

@3With ashes of yesterday
In its hair.@1

My fortune is made
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride;

@3Little red coins
In a heart I hide.@1

The stones that I eat
Are ripe for my needs,
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds;

@3Clear are the notes
Of my broken reeds.@1

I carry my pack
Of aches and stings,
Light with the lack
Of all good things;

@3But not on my back,
Because of my wings!@1



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