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Aug 2013
a connotation of infinity
sharpens the temporal splendor of this night

when souls which have forgot frivolity
in lowliness,noting the fatal flight
of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream

down eager avenues of lifelessness

consider for how much themselves shall gleam,
in the poised radiance of perpetualness.
When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought

is like a woman amorous to be known;
and man,whose here is alway worse than naught,
feels the tremendous yonder for his ownβ€”

on such a night the sea through her blind miles

of crumbling silence seriously smiles

E.E. Cummings
Cassis Myrtille
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Cassis Myrtille  Somewhere Over The Rainbo
(Somewhere Over The Rainbo)   
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