I wish I could find a queer street,
The crooked queer street that goes
East of the sun and West of the moon
And out where no wind blows.
Then I'd find the shop where the seller of stars
Sits and hammers behind the bars.
Stars he gives for the asking,
Starlight swords for the bold.
Moon he sells for a penny or two
Rounded and bright with gold.
And broken silver of the sea he sells
And the rain spears and the wind bells.
wings
wanders
swords
street
weaves
stars
starlight
spears
shells
seller
sells
rounded
whispering
where
rainbows
whistle
queer
pretty
penny
songs
darling
twilight
bright
crooked
talking
broken
dragon
silver
asking
blows
would
behind
fairies
could
desire
mouse
johnny
frost
mummy
gives
flowers
hammers
house
delicate
bells
morning
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