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My room was white with the sun        And Love cried out to me, ...


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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The...


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My candle burns at both ends;    It will not last the night; But ah, my...


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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. PABLO NERUDA ...