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But Not To Me

 The April night is still and sweet
 With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
 But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be; Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me.

by Sara Teasdale
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