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 * do you know? or maybe did
 * something go away
 * ever so quietly
 * when we weren't looking.

VI

when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow, that closes a flight in the blue;

when love's had his tears out, perhaps shall pass a million years (while a bee doses on the poppies, the dears;

when all's done and said, and under the grass lies her head, by oaks and roses deliberated.)

VII

O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile certain

song under the window of your soul it is not like any songs (the singers the others they have been faithful