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.                                                                                                                                                                         small                                                                                       start                                                                                         through                                                                                          musicome                                                                                           come through                                                                                              all tenor and hue                                                                                                1 note shining                                                                                                1 note silver                                                                                                 1 note clear                                                                                                                           as                                                                                                            like                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          water                                                                    come a fury of twinkling and sound pushing aside hotsweetness pierce by sturdy breath the night and come easy of cheek velvet (soft as                             neat as) emerging from thy breast a spangle (a sprig                    raw                                                                                            in    heat) which, though sleeping, wants of gushing lather (SPRING) to leap the frailing prism of the human lips                A song                more frail                more dying                even than
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
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.                                                                                                                                                                         small                                                                                       start                                                                                         through                                                                                          musicome                                                                                           come through                                                                                              all tenor and hue                                                                                                1 note shining                                                                                                1 note silver                                                                                                 1 note clear                                                                                                                           as                                                                                                            like                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          water                                                                    come a fury of twinkling and sound pushing aside hotsweetness pierce by sturdy breath the night and come easy of cheek velvet (soft as                             neat as) emerging from thy breast a spangle (a sprig                    raw                                                                                            in    heat) which, though sleeping, wants of gushing lather (SPRING) to leap the frailing prism of the human lips                A song                more frail                more dying                even than
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
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