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In my Spanish cloak,From door to door on the square
— Edgar Lee Masters
In my Spanish cloak,From door to door on the square
Blind as I was, I tried to get outAnd was caught in the wheels and killed.
Go by reverently, and read with sober careTo celebrate the Feast of the Supreme Being.
And when you are poor and have to carryBy the upright Federal Judge!
You may think, passer-by, that FateAnd wisdom.
In time you shall see Fate approach you And read the authentic message of his eyes.
The earth keeps some vibration going Why, fiddle you must, for all your life.
I never started to plow in my life And not a single regret.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
