![]() shut ourselves in on either hand and no one knows whether we think good or evil. |
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![]() I was born to be lonely, I am best so! |
![]() how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists-- unless one should scour the world-- you have the ground sense necessary. |
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![]() the crowd is cheering, the crowd is laughing in detail permanently, seriously without thought. |
![]() a fire in the blood, willy-nilly! |
![]() Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots. |
![]() darkened for lovers. . . . |
![]() There is hunting in heaven -- Sleep safe till tomorrow. |
![]() upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. |
![]() before the first frost--so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones. |
![]() where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year. |
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