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Poem	The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry in his sparest times sometimes the little people spread, & did friendly things; then he was glad. Pleased, at the worst, except with the man, he shook the brightest winter sun. All the green lives of the great delta, hours, hurt his migrant heart in a safety of the steady 'plane. Please, please come. My friends,-”he has been known to mourn,-”I'll die; live you, in the most wild, kindly, green partly forgiving wood, sort of forever and all those human sings close not your better ears to, while good Spring returns with a dance and a sigh.
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