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Poem	(What the Mendicant Said ) The moon's a monk, unmated, Who walks his cell, the sky. His strength is that of heaven-vowed men Who all life's flames defy. They turn to stars or shadows, They go like snow or dew— Leaving behind no sorrow— Only the arching blue.
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