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were it not for that singular smell
why then, must we see?
world that changes under my hand
i have to say good-night
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
see, they return
old wine to drink
for then without
glooms of the live-oaks
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
last midnight

 



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