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all those treasures that lie
the meadow was creeping
let me move slowly through the street
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
i heard the wind all day
she must go back, she said
i love my hour of wind and light
often is it not so?
we who stood
in new york harbor
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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