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anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his..
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love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die
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time is a tree (this life one leaf)
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XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become
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sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers go and lovers come awandering awondering but any two are perfectly alone there's nobody else alive (such a sky and such a sun i never knew and neither did you and everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of yes) not a tr..
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it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto ..
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maggie and milly and molly and may" maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alon..
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Be of love(a little)
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who pays any attention
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as small as a world and as large as alone
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there's time for laughing and there's time for crying-- for hoping for despair for peace for longing --a time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singing
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Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
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my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact
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down with hell and heaven and all the religious fuss
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poetry
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wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate
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By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.
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10 maggie and millie and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and millie befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world & as large as alone
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Spring is like a perhaps hand Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flow..
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let's live suddenly without thinking under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling -water pursues the angry dream of the shore. By midnight, a moon scratches the skin of the organised hills an edged nothing begins to prune let's live like the light that kills and let's as silence, because Whirl's after all: (after me)love,and after you. I occasionally feel vague how vague idon't know tenuous Now-
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O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.
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a salesman is an it that stinks to please but whether to please itself or someone else makes no more difference than if it sells hate condoms education snakeoil vac
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your homecoming will be my homecoming- my selves go with you, only i remain; a shadow phantom effigy or seeming (an almost someone alway who's noone) a noone who,till their and your returning, spends the forever of his loneliness
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All in green went my love riding into the silver dawn.
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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
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all ignorance toboggans into knowand trudges up to ignorance again
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It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake
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ye!the godless are the dull and the dull are the damned
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love is the every only god
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measureless our pure living complete love whose doom is beauty and its fate to grow
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on forever's very now we stand
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a politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man
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when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man
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'and liars kill their kind but' her,my 'love creates love only' our
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yes is a pleasant country... than reason
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nothing except the impossible shall occur
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out of the mountain of his soul comes a keen pure silence
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blossoming are people... ...and i am you are i am we
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now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened
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the great my darling happens to be that love are in we, that love are in we
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completely dare be beautiful
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the courage to receive time's mightiest dream
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Time's a strange fellow; (and he takes all)
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a million thousand hundred nothings seem --we are himself's own self;his very him
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exists no miracle mightier than this:to feel
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