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3 GREETING Go, little book, where I cannot. Greet the strangers as they dream, Turning pages, seeking what? Speculation, omen, gleam, Everything twixt be and seem. May the lines please, if just a day, Nor roughly bruise the inner ear. Before they scatter, let them say Do you read me? Are you there? What are these words but ink and air? ...

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