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who loves the rain
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the body may confine
in your arms was still delight
friend, whose smile has come to be
sweet with fern and rose
glass-blower of time
up from the south at break of day
i walk down the garden paths
very well, you liberals
gone before us
night was black and drear
since i have felt the sense of death

 



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