Well, my eyes are made of lemons,
my tears are made of limes.
Mariners hope, mariners despair
Cursing calendars and worshipping maps
Bottles of devotion are thrown into the wintry waves
The tides went and the tides will return
Mikhail Daedalus
the way a crow
shook down on me
the dust of snow
from a hemlock tree
has given my heart
a change of mood
and saved some part
of a day i had rued
Robert Frost
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