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. The Illinois Village
2. The Alchemist’s Petition
3. The Prarie Battlements
4. The King of Yellow Butterflies
5. The Spice-Tree

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