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I have to trust what was given to me
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All the immense / images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
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All things unholy, marked by curse,
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When I pronounce the word Future,
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do not look
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You think: we are all leaves
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how the pace is not too slow, but too fast,
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All things you’re dreaming of
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Never shadow, never
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I smile
