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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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England Again
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Marriage
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Invocation to Evening
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