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Poem	it comes like a convict squeezing through bars and is gone before the promptest siren it suddenly turns in the ear or rides the eye of a thought before dissolving i have it in a faint taste or shudder an ache like a spring high in the mountains it was once called love and now a longing for a song to be heard that doesn't bear singing
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