| The Morning is clean and blue and the wind blows up the clouds |
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| O seeded grass, you army of little men |
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| The Trees, like great jade elephants |
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| The Spattering of the rain upon pale terraces |
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| The Houses of the city no longer hum and play |
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| As I wandered over the city through the night |
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| My stiff-spread arms / Break into sudden gesture |
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| At the Meeting of the Days |
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| The Passing of the South |
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| The Hour of Peace |
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