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THE PIANO (a privilege of youth)

of the woodwork, the tale was like a stream of bright fresh water
my independent carriage is perhaps given

to see is to tell
to acquire is to mean anything

the world rose like ghosts
her own room is very easy...

on a level of hours, we pretend to the day
funeral, old, holding, alas, not spare

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