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i am singing to you
some one complained to the master
no prey am i of poor thoughts
what was it the engines said
there by the window in the old house
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
now while my lips are living
a mist was driving down
i expect you
i had over-prepared the event
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
world that changes under my hand
there is a city, builded by no hand

 



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