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   {
    "text": "What does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease,",
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   {
    "text": "No man, woman, or child alive could please",
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    "text": "Me now. And yet I almost dare to laugh",
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   {
    "text": "Because I sit and frame an epitaph⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "“Here lies all that no one loved of him",
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    "text": "And that loved no one.” Then in a trice that whim",
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    "text": "Has wearied. But, though I am like a river",
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   {
    "text": "At fall of evening while it seems that never",
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    "text": "Has the sun lighted it or warmed it, while",
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    "text": "Cross breezes cut the surface to a file,",
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    "text": "This heart, some fraction of me, happily",
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    "text": "Floats through the window even now to a tree",
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    "text": "Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale,",
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    "text": "Not like a pewit that returns to wail",
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    "text": "For something it has lost, but like a dove",
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    "text": "That slants unswerving to its home and love.",
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    "text": "There I find my rest, and through the dusk air",
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    "text": "Flies what yet lives in me. Beauty is there.",
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