| The Way morning looks in the plum valley |
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| Shoes going over rocks have fins |
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| A Stand of winter trees |
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| A Shower: on a raft the pole |
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| The Traveler I saw yesterday |
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| Remembering with Feeling |
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| No wonder you're grieved this morning |
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| Though my heart isn't a summer field |
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| After throwing a parasol to the grass |
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| Wondering, I touched it with my young lips |
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