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Future's the only flower worth tending in this earth, where I sow my words daily: and you know, these good trees bear fruit round the year, discreetly, moving along the waterways and four seasons of the faithful sun.
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But there is no escaping that manhood is merely a revision of one's first edition.
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Perhaps if you look long enough, for an intent eye there may be a piece of a star wandering in the sky.
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Love necessitates eagerness To shake January's cold hand Not avert the eye And look what comes To love Before its making.
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Alas, love is too regional.
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What can this piece of paper do; imagine?