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day i was passing a certain gate________rain fell________as it will in spring ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness as if god's flowers were pulling upon bells of gold________i looked up and thought to myself_______death and will You with elaborate fingers possibly touch the pink hollyhock existence whose pansy eyes look from morning till night into the street unchangingly_______the always old lady sitting in her gentle window like a reminiscence partaken softly at whose gate smile always the chosen flowers of reminding
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