A little brown doe sat on a hill
In a sea of offspring,
Exchanging glances with her buck
Knowing of life and its fill,
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Snuff the flame
dimly present
Rendered glimmer
against the night
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Care, taken from her in silent peace,
Discarded, bliss spent, unloved dross;
Only one remedy heart’s ache can ease.
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'Friend I'm great just ask me'
Obviously now that others appreciate superior talent,
Where higher intellect tethers eccentricity
Causing outmoded fair-weather friends empty egos,
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Vista, vista, crystal sight
From the dwelling day or night,
What mortal leaf or frond
Could frame thy clear full imagery?
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In day the breeze sieves through the leaves
In night unseen it slips between
Whistling a murmur in she oak scales,
Rustles each crown in the canopy lofty,
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Goya watched
on Prado shadows
by groves of saplings
in early winters sun,
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To give,
give gratis.
In return,
expect nothing.
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She carries the light
From her sisters life,
Most trusted and solemn gift.
Contract without conditions
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