The Art Of Noise opus 4

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No sun, no moon
No morn, no noon
No dawn, no dusk
No proper time of day
No sky, no earthly view
No distance looking blue
No road, no street
No to other side the way
No end to any row
No indications where the crescents go
No top to any steeple
No recognitions of familiar people
No courtesies for showing 'em
No knowing 'em
No traveling at all, no locomotion
No inkling of the way, no notion
No, go by land or ocean
No mail, no post
No news from any foreign coast
No park, no ring, no afternoon gentility
No company, no nobility
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease
No comfortable feel in any member
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds
November

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