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Hot lava flows in my veins to-night,
My nerves are jangling mad,
The Joy of Life is a tinsel gaud,
The sweetest songs sound sad.
I feel the drag of the Wanderlust,
I see the ghosts stream by…
Contributor:
Nathan Spielvogel
Places:
Ballarat, Australia
Date:
1913
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The slow and green river that winds through
the blanched street of the Jewish Quarter
kept watch over your agony.
From my old table
I used to see him
approach your windows with
restless eyes. And as…
Contributor:
César Tiempo
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1933