"PS-400 Old Poets- The Letter" by Numi Who

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from the poem "Her Letter" by Francis Bret Harte the_letter_chorus_play.mp3

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Other Alternative

Charts

Peak #143

Peak in subgenre #29

Author

Words: Francis Bret Harte; Music: wbiro

Rights

2012 this version by wbiro

Uploaded

August 27, 2012

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.1 MB • 192 kbps • 2:14

Lyrics

and how do I like my position?
and what do I think of New York?

Now in my higher ambition
with whom do I walk,
flirt, and talk?

and isn't it nice
to have riches
and diamonds and silks
and all of that
and aren't they a chance
to the ditches
and tunnels of poverty flat

Well, yes
if you saw us out driving
each day in the park
four hands in
if you saw
poor dear mama could drive
to the supernaturally grand

but Brady tainted
at that
he never suspected
he sold bacon and flour at poverty flat

and yet, just this moment
when sitting in the glare
of the grand chandelier
the finest story of the year
in mist
and the home of the smallest talk

Somehow, joy,
I thought of the fairy

based on the poem "Her Letter" by Francis Bret Harte

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