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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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How green the grass is all about!

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
Ah, life, what is it but a fower?Why must true lovers sigh? Be kind, have pity, my own, my pretty, —‘Good-bye, young man, good-bye.’ 16 A Shropshire Lad