Sara Teasdale - Song Making

Sara Teasdale - Song Making

My heart cried like a beaten child br Ceaselessly all night long; br I had to take my own cries br And thread them into a song. br br One was a cry at black midnight br And one when the first cock crew -- br My heart was like a beaten child, br But no one ever knew. br br Life, you have put me in your debt br And I must serve you long -- br But oh, the debt is terrible br That must be paid in song.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 00:40