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Crown the hair, and come away! Hear the calling of the moon, And the…


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The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…


Onehundredseventyone

            If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told…


Onehundredseventy

The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade…


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My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I…


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I light this sympathetic flame,       My faintest wish that answers, I…


Onehundredsixtyseven

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…


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The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…


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The more one judges, the less one loves. HONORE DE BALZAC


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Whatever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things. HERMAN…