William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park and Escapes Unscathed
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As I went out one evening to take the evening ai
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I was blessed by a blood-red moo
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In Lincoln Park the dark was turnin
I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eye
And on her face lay the steel blue skie
Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turnin
Turnin
They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering trib
And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robe
Through Lincoln Park the dark was turnin
The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed abou
When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled ou
From Lincoln Park the dark was turnin
Turnin
Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of win
But I searched in vain for she stayed behin
In Lincoln Park the dark was turnin
I'll go back to the city where I can be alon
And tell my friend she lies in ston
In Lincoln Park the dark was turnin
