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simply speaking
i said, i have shut my heart
have we no shame?
were it not for that singular smell
there were three in the meadow by the brook
grieve not for the invisible
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
in new york harbor
a few more windy days
i never knew the earth had so much gold
there is an hour of peaceful rest
simplicity
still thirteen years
who loves the rain

 



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