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Listen carefully,here's the reasonwhy birds and flowers fair,unseen about the garden;though it be the same sky there.In the morning when it started,on..
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In the midstof an emptyroom,nought surroundingtherebut walls;I sang outacheerful tuneand thesoundof anecho called.I wonderedthen howI couldtellthe thi..
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Night asidefrommid of day,as dawn isto the gloaming.But how come they,how away,if they had notlegs for roaming?Near and far,far and wide;time--you see..
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While in the garden,I look to the sky;flowers,treesstillas clouds go by.The house is also in the garden;and the street too.Birds,flitting across air,s..
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For each roommust be a door,else it wouldbe no room at all.If open, close,hang on the walland come nor gowere big nor small.Where would grass and flow..
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Don't get upit's still night.Cool winds,grass,frosty landscapes.You,them,the days;dreaming,sleeping,dreaming.Glistening hillsand silhoettes,a metaphor..
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I went into the woodslate one afternoonthe sun had set upon the grassand birds whistled out a tune.These places ever change,day to day not one the sam..
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Spring emerged.Rain dripped anddropped; fast atfirst; then becameslow, which from adistance might givethe impressionof a summers dayknocking at your d..
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If, stood on the edge of townyou looked out across the landwhere mountains resembled specks,the sun a grain of sand.I could lay my head upon a cloudwa..
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I imagined one day,a few years back,a piece of paper and a pencil;which I took to my handand began to draw the outlineof a boat sailing on water.There..
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