| I open the pine door |
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| So great the pain |
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| Sent to a Woman |
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| If only the world / could stay this way always |
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| Sky autumnal, not a wisp of cloud |
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| Sent to a Woman on a Rainy Day |
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| In the rockbound pool |
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| Who'd have thought it? |
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| Is it always so bleak a sight? |
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| Written in Autumn When Spending the Night Near the Grave of His Wife |
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