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I had chiselled these words
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Unclasp it like jewels, the gold
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day coming / down hard on its sharp edge; you can never
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There will be more love,
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I sit near a small fire telling my selfish tale to everyone who
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It is embedded in us,
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Tireless traveler
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let us shut ourselves into the garret of Now
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There are whole doctrines on loving.
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We work, start on one side of the day
