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am was. are leaves few this. is these a orscratchily over which of earth dragged once-ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poorhow colding here...
all which isn't singing is mere talkingand all talking's talking to oneself(whether that oneself be sought or seekingmaster or disciple sheep ...
All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smilingthe merry deer ran before. Flee...
all ignorance toboggans into knowand trudges up to ignorance again:but winter's not forever,even snowmelts;and if spring should spoil the game,wha...
a total stranger one black dayknocked living the hell out of me-- who found forgiveness hard becausemy(as it happened)self he was -but now that fiend ...
a man who had fallen among thieveslay by the roadside on his backdressed in fifteenthrate ideaswearing a round jeer for a hat fate per a somewhat more...
2 little whos(he and she)under are thiswonderful tree smiling stand(all realms of whereand when beyond)now and here (far from a grown-up i&you-ful...
when what hugs stopping earth than silent ismore silent than more than much more is ortotal sun oceaning than any thistear jumping from each most leas...