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I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light, As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
Sarah Teasdale
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Read poems about / on: winter, star, song, light, night, heart
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