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III
but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate rain
fell as it will
day i was passing a certain
gate rain
fell as it will
in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness
as if god's flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold i looked
up
pulling upon bells of
gold i looked
up
and
thought to myself death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch
thought to myself death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch
the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly the always
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly the always
old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken
softly at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding
always the chosen
flowers of reminding
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