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The past is so far away, but it flickers,
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Heart has / a thousand weathers but is always
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And all this beneath a sky by nature skyless
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The poem never leaves you,
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I was sunk in one of those
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oh vain sparkling depths
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just this morning a vulture
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It was a ball of gold.
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“Fools,
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But it delights us. Every exquisitely
