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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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