调：Ab major
Verse 1
I like to think some boy's been swinging
them.
But swinging doesn't bend
ice a sunny winter morning after a rain.
They click upon themselves as the
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breeze rises an d turn many -colored
as the stir cracks and crazes
their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells,
shattering and avalanching on the
snow crust.
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away,
you'd think the inner dome of
heaven had fallen.
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They are dragged to the withered bracken by
not to break.
they never right themselves.
You may see their trunks arching in the woods years afterward,
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the ground like girls on hands and knees that throw
to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say,
some boy too far from town to learn baseball, whose only
play was what he found himself summer or
One by one he subdued
out of them and not one but hung limp,
not one was left for him to conquer.
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He learned
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all there was to learn about not launching out
away clear to the ground.
He always kept his poise to the top branches,
climbing carefully,
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with the same pains you used to fill a cup up to
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ground.
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So was I once myself a swinger of birches,
and so I dream of going back to be.
It's
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when I'm weary of considerations and life is too much
like a pathless wood where your
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face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken
across it and one eye is weeping from the
May no fate willfully misunderstand
black branches up a snow -white trunk toward
heaven till the tree could bear no more but
dipped its top and set me down
again.
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