Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

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FACTORY windows are always broken. 
Somebody’s always throwing bricks, 
Somebody’s always heaving cinders, 
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks. 

Factory windows are always broken. 
Other windows are let alone. 
No one throws through the chapel-window 
The bitter, snarling, derisive stone. 

Factory windows are always broken. 
Something or other is going wrong. 
Something is rotten--I think, in Denmark. 
End of factory-window song.

1. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
2. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
3. The Drunkards in the Street
4. What the Sexton Said
5. The Leaden-Eyed

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