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19 h i s t o r i c a l e c s t a s y Or the behind snow, which is errant In the Renaissance to die meant to give way But I couldn’t erase the erasure in the snow If there be that sensation of a carrying . . . Nap of the found The hands almost impossible to take, the snow too light to take The wave heads tipping into ...

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