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39.
SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for
fear I effuse unreturned love;
But now I think there is no unreturned love—the
pay is certain, one way or another,
Doubtless I could not have perceived the universe,
or written one of my poems, if I had not freely
given myself to comrades, to love.
fear I effuse unreturned love;
But now I think there is no unreturned love—the
pay is certain, one way or another,
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or written one of my poems, if I had not freely
given myself to comrades, to love.
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