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ow this uncouth enchantedperson, arising from arestaurant, looks breathes or moves--climbing(past light afterlight)to turn, disappears the very swift andinvisibly livingrhythm of your Heart possibly will understand;or why(in this most exquisite of cities)allof the long night a fragile imitation of(perhaps)myself carefully wandersstreets dark and, deep with rain. . . . (he, slightly whom orcautiously this person and this imitation resemble,descends into the earth with the yeara cigarette between his ghost-lips gradually)remembering badly, softlyyourkissed thrice suddenly smile
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