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  Opere pubblicate: 19994
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One Sister have I in our house -
And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to me. One came the road that I came - And wore my last year's gown - The other, as a bird her nest, Builded our hearts among. She did not sing as we did - It was a different tune - Herself to her a music As Bumble bee of June. Today is far from Childhood - But up and down the hills I held her hand the tighter - Which shortened all the miles - And still her hum The years among, Deceives the Butterfly; Still in her Eye The Violets lie Mouldered this many May. I spilt the dew - But took the morn; I chose this single star From out the wide night's numbers - Sue - forevermore!
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