Why, my heart, do we love her so?Why does the great sea ebb and flow? –Why does the round world
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A SPECTRAL form Soracte stands, snow-crowned, His shrouded pines beneath their burden bending; Not now, his rifts descending, Leap the
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My shirt, as if a mass murderer’swhite and well-ironed,but my head, as if a small boy’sa thousand years old and
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That it’s terrible, I believe, But it’s true. If you love me, your life must be Suicide or almost that.
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I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here.I wish you sat on the sofaand I sat
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I
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The beautiful forester girl, Violet, Wild phenomenon The crusher of sorrows, Is running into the snow to wash herself –
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So many stones flew at me all times,That no one of them now is feared.Into the tower, peer to the
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All the breath and the bloom of the year In the bag of one bee All the wonder and
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I want to die before you. Do you think that who passes later will find who’s gone before? I don’t
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