A crack appeared inside a wall,
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A door sprang up around it.
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Each of these so finely drawn
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I could not believe I found it.
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A wildish wind blew it open wide,
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My childish mind followed on outside,
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And so I found myself among
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My hearts delight surrounded.
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A world of wonder lay without,
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It was all of nature¡¯s calling.
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With field and forest, clouds and sun
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Cascades of salt water falling.
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Heights and valleys, dark ravines
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Ivy thick and wild, deep and thorny scenes,
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And yet each thing did love its place
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In the lap of all of nature¡¯s sprawling.
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And so and so it goes.
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I asked the one whose land this was
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If I might have a token
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To take with me back to the other side
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To have and to keep unspoken.
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I asked three times and was thrice denied.
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I asked again without my pride
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And found I¡¯d lost that world I¡¯d lived
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Returned as one now broken,
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To a crumb, a rag, a withered leaf
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In the chilly winds of cold relief
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I knew myself as I had been,
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As from a dream awoken.
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And so and so it goes.
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But then¡¦ a crack appeared inside a wall
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And a door sprang up around it.
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Crack In The Wall
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Suzanne Vega |