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Only
this evening I saw again low in the sky
The
evening star, at the beginning of winter, the star
That
in spring will crown every western horizon,
Again...as
if it came back, as if life came back,
Not
in a later son, a different daughter, another place,
But
as if evening found us young, still young,
Still
walking in a present of our own. |
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