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some one complained to the master
i love my hour of wind and light
from floor to ceiling
in new york harbor
the air is like a butterfly
see i give myself to you
one sweetly solemn thought
the pale day drowses on the western steep
be not angry with me
little park that i pass through
do the boys and girls still go

 



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