I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, a cloud, and a rainbow's warning, suddenly sunshine and perfect blue, an April day in the morning.
The Rally Man's patter ran on through the dawnUntil we said so long to his skullShrill yell.lou reed
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