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just as my fingers on these keys
the air is full of dawn and spring
the sky
just now
i stood by the open casement
desolate and lone
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
i loved a woman
i can not tell you now
and with the humming bird
we lay
let me move slowly through the street

 



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