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Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand,Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much,The rain drop try with my lips, The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure I shall see againThe world on the first of May Shining after the rain?
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"The Dreams of My Heart"
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, Nothing stays with me long,But I have had from a child The deep solace of song;If that should ever leave me, Let me find death, and stayWith things whose tunes are played out and forgotten, Like the rain of yesterday.
III
Bells
At six o'clock of an autumn dusk With the sky in the west a rusty red,The bells of the mission down in the valley Cry out that the day is dead.
The first star shines as sharp as steel— Why am I suddenly so cold?Three bells, each with a separate sound, Clang in the valley, wearily tolled.

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