the sky was
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of my
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when life is quite through with
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into the smiting
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Where’s Madge then
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after five
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between green mountains
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in the rain-
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Lady of Silence
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the hills
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i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
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cruelly,love
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why did you go
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little tree
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conversation with my friend is particularly
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one April dusk the
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Picasso
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the skinny voice
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as usual i did not find him in cafes, the more dissolute
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it’s just like a coffin’s
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my mind is
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5
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at the ferocious phenomenon of 5 o’clock i find myself
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earth like a tipsy
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Humanity i love you
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when learned darkness from our searched world
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O Thou to whom the musical white spring
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when unto nights of autumn do complain
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this is the garden: colours come and go,
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Thou in whose swordgreat story shine the deeds
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when the proficient poison of sure sleep
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and what were roses. Perfume? for i do
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come nothing to my comparable soul
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when my sensational moments are no more
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I have seen her a stealthily frail
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who’s most afraid of death? thou art of him
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perhaps it is to feel strike
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when i am in Boston, i do not speak
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will suddenly trees leap from winter and will
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a fragrant sag of fruit distinctly grouped.
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by god i want above fourteenth
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