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crest and crest, wave and cloud, the thunder blast and burst of swells
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All of us smell of heat all the time.
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Saw you walking barefoot
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I made the wall of shadow draw back,
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Before us, our first task is to astonish,
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rilke asks
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Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections
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your holding onto me
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This is my job, to study the universe
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When I behold the violet past prime,