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My artificial flowers
I send them to you.
My small bronze lions
I set up at your door.
I myself ...
- Edith Sodergran
To-night a strong south wind in thunder sings
Across the city. Now by salt wet flats,
And ridges p...
- Henry Clarence Kendall
The wind cuts everything in two.
Only a wish for neatness binds the world…

There is sun. There...
- Mario de Andrade
THE hospital!
The hospital on the banks of the canal,
The hospital, and the month of July!
They a...
- Maurice Maeterlinck
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