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i saw the first pear
come down at dawn from windless hills
my soul is a dark ploughed field
let me move slowly through the street
sad are they who know not love
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i wonder where you live
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
as a naked man i go
i can not tell you now
when, full of warm and eager love
simplicity

 



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