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They ask me why I listen to music of the old I answered “we will all get old soon” They say I live in despair I said “like miracles every man’s woes finds him eventually” And now they are asking “why can’t you find love” In reply I said, “Like every crook, like every saint, I love” I love to love I love the sons of men and theirs sons I love greatly their daughters too More than the common man could, I love And was and is always loved While I learned “twinkle twinkle” I gathered stars On cloudy nights I pluck these stars from the pockets of my heart and paint them on the pages of heavens I collected smiles on the path to my grand father’s farm and trapped them in the tenderness of my palms I fell in love first with the lilies then, the whiteness of their petals The cranes showed me the sun— I committed passing rhymes of clouds unto my eyes The orange of twilight showed me the ambiance of dawn and schooled me in the art of bringing forth what neve