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  1. These Are the music of meet resignation; these The responsive, still sustaining pomps for you To magnify, if in that drifting waste You are…
  2. The sun, that brave man, Comes through boughs that lie in wait, That brave man. Green and gloomy eyes In dark forms of the grass Run away. …
  3. Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns, Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous, Eliciting the still sustaining pomps Of speech which are like mu…
  4. The man bent over his guitar, A shearsman of sorts. The day was green. They said, 'You have a blue guitar, You do not play things as they a…
  5. Donna, donna, dark, Stooping in indigo gown And cloudy constellations, Conceal yourself or disclose Fewest things to the lover - A hand tha…
  6. If to serenade almost to man Is to miss, by that, things as they are, Say that it is the serenade Of a man that plays a blue guitar.
  7. A few things for themselves, Florida, venereal soil, Disclose to the lover.
  8. So that's life, then: things are they are? It picks its way on the blue guitar. A million people on one string? And all their manner in the…

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