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I’ve lived humbly, reading the paper,
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That limpid mirror that wakes us in the night
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How swiftly the strained honey
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somewhere the Perseids are falling
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Be strange to yourself,
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Not wanting to be alone
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Here are the gestures
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I could feel your note
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Your absence has gone through me
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Since Poets have told of sunset,
