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Oh, how you used
to run with them.

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Amy Lowell

Your voice is like bells over rooftops at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.

Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.

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