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this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets
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wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
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it’s like a great colorful
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then one of the cats quickly turns its face
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Buskins of shells, all silver’d, used she,
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strung from a thought arrived through the keyhole grasping
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The wheeling sky sees all
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With a dog paddling behind me,
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when the French say ruelle
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Does he hum them to while away sad afternoons