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Post by Magalucia on Mar 13, 2008 13:11:08 GMT -5
Midnight
Dorothy Parker
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf or single blade is here- All blend to one.
No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light Rolls lazily. and slips again to rest. There is no edged thing in all this night, Save in my breast
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