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it can be given but can never be sold
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A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
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As now he steps forward
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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
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Sometimes I’d smell supper. Neighbors stopped
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Always know sometimes it’s me
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your irreversible time is that river
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Maybe this is what Lorca meant
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the flowers burst in
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Three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand,