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from barcelona to la jolla
i left behind my precious goya
but my heart still carries shelley
wordsworth, byron, and poe
the novels of bronte and the life of rousseau
turn the page
turn the page
wipe out the romantic age
before the century turned
and before europe burned
i too am out of place
in this gloating modern age
and the names of the poets and painters
only bring me sorrow now
because their time, ilike mine, has passed
into this 20th century
of smoke, flame and machines'
turn the page
turn the page
wipe out the romantic age
awake like coleridge from a dream\
into a hostile century
shelley, byron, and john donne
where have all the poets gone
to xanadu with kubla khan
to strum another rising dawn
Tchaikovsky,Wagner, and Liszt
gone with the flick of a stick
it breaks my heart to say their names
while watching swans upon a lake
my soul, my heart, the endless ache
Whitman, Bronte, william Blake
Manfredd, Adam, and Don juan
the figures drawn, their work is done
so turn the page
turn the page
death comes for the romantic age
and all of us, both you and i
come from the past to here to die
amid the rumble and the fear
of unknown hours, unstable years
goodbye to art, goodbye ballet
here comes the night to steal the day
new cites built to butcher hogs
turn princes back to croaking frogs
when poetry becomes a slam
and dance the spasms of the damned
i will remember delecroix
with heavy heart and tears of joy
and now i go where i must go
with all the weight of the great rousseau
to weak to sing of love and war
though i feel as i did before
i shall live on with memories
when none remains to remember me
turn the page
turn the page
int the dust of time
lies the romantic age
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