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 "title": "It Rains",
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    "text": "It rains, and nothing stirs within the fence",
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    "text": "Anywhere through the orchard’s untrodden, dense",
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    "text": "Forest of parsley. The great diamonds",
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   {
    "text": "Of rain on the grass-blades there is none to break,",
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    "text": "Or the fallen petals further down to shake.",
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    "text": "And I am nearly as happy as possible",
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    "text": "To search the wilderness in vain though well,",
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    "text": "To think of two walking, kissing there,",
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    "text": "Drenched, yet forgetting the kisses of the rain:",
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    "text": "Sad, too, to think that never, never again,",
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    "text": "Unless alone, so happy shall I walk",
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    "text": "In the rain. When I turn away, on its fine stalk",
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    "text": "Twilight has fined to naught, the parsley flower",
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    "text": "Figures, suspended still and ghostly white,",
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    "text": "The past hovering as it revisits the light.",
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