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    knoo say not he had failed.

    t rs again, over t. Somewhere were people making love.

    quot;talk to me,quot; sricks?

    quot; s;

    quot;talk like you did to me under tree.quot;

    And ing distant passages, toasting t. man and tennyson and Bro so familiar.

    Sed  t a bit ime   just t did it. It , ter ts. S try to break it do  to, because it  meant to be listened to t ry, s,  ten to be analyzed; it  to inspire  reason, to touc understanding.

    Because of o a fery readings offered by tment ened to different people, different poems, but opped soon after, discouraged t no one inspired rue lovers of poetry should be.

    tea, sitting quietly, drifting in ts.

    t  s t aken its place, tirrings t o sift and so deny t no to stop. It  this way.

    Lon could not evoke t ried before, many times, using everyto guilt, and s sed to  until marriage. ook it  Noah.

    But t made  to , and it o do  al of tention. ork came first, and for ime for poems and ed evenings and rocking on porc of ed . But s  enouged somet, somet conversations in candlelit rooms, or per being second.

    Noaoo, ing ts. to  special times  all in detail, t again. Everytric to him, charged.

    Noting beside .  moonlig separate for far too long ...

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    But  cou