March’s poem

Kate Bush, “Wuthering Heights.”

Because it’s been a couple of years since I posted about this song.

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Out on the wily, windy moors

We’d roll and fall in green

You had a temper

Like my jealousy

Too hot, too greedy

How could you leave me

When I needed to

Possess you?

I hated you

I loved you, too

Bad dreams in the night

They told me I was going to lose the fight

Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering

Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me

I’m Cathy

I’ve come home, I’m so cold

Let me in your window

Heathcliff, it’s me

I’m Cathy

I’ve come home, I’m so cold

Let me in your window

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely

On the other side from you

I pine a lot, I find the lot

Falls through

Without you

I’m coming back, Love

Cruel Heathcliff

My one dream

My only master

Too long I roam in the night

I’m coming back to his side to put it right

I’m coming home to wuthering, wuthering

Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me

I’m Cathy

I’ve come home, I’m so cold

Let me in your window …

Ooh, let me have it

Let me grab your soul away

You know it’s me

Cathy

Heathcliff, it’s me

I’m Cathy

I’ve come home, I’m so cold

Let me in your window …

Heathcliff, it’s me

I’m Cathy

I’ve come home

I’m so cold

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