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The stone goes straight. A lean swimmer dives into night sky, Into half-moon mist. Two trees are coal black. This is a great white ghost between. It is cool to look at. Strong men, strong women, come here.

Eight years is a long time To be fighting all the time.

The republic is a dream. Nothing happens unless first a dream.

The wind bit hard at Valley Forge one Christmas. Soldiers tied rags on their feet.