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do you need
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And in close darkness the aroma grows so sweet,
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I saw my reflection on the water,
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The woman saw me and smiled. “What you are I cannot say,
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rock-cedar and sand plants
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We want the spring to come and the
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toward me or away? Does it slip into the past
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Let it be
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Anyway, Arthur Rimbaud wrote a poem
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the mother is manuscript.