XLVII.
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nd if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,End in the Nothing all Things end in—Yes—Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but whatThou shalt be—Nothing—Thou shalt not be less.
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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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