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- Saint Stephen with a rose
- In and out of the garden he goes
- Country garland in the wind and the rain
- Wherever he goes, the people all complain
- Stephen prospered in his time
- Well he may and he may decline
- Did it matter, does it now?
- Stephen would answer, if he only knew how
- Wishing well with a golden bell
- Bucket hanging clear to hell
- Hell halfway, twixt now and then
- Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again
- Lady finger, dipped in moonlight
- Writing, "What for?" across the morning sky
- Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer
- Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye
- Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow
- What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
- Several seasons with their treasons
- Wrapped the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own
- Did he doubt or did he try?
- Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
- Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
- One man gathers what another man spills
- Saint Stephen will remain
- All he lost he shall regain
- Seashore walk by the suds and the foam
- Been there so long, he's got to calling it home
- Fortune comes a calling, calliope woman
- Spinning that curious sense of your own
- Can you answer? Yes I can
- But what would be the answer to the answer-man?
- High green chilly winds and windy vines
- In loops around the twining shafts of lavender
- They're crawling to the sun
- Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
- When they sigh about the barren lack of rain
- And droop so hungry 'neath the sky
- Underfoot the ground is patched
- With climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita
- Stark and shiny in the breeze
- William Tell has stretched his bow
- 'Til it won't stretch no furthermore
- And or it may require a change that hasn't come before
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