WE TOOK NO NOTES OF CONTEMPLATED LIGHT OR OF DELIGHT, THOUGH (EACH ONE WRITING IN HIS ROOM ALONE) WE COULD HAVE DONE, WE WERE CONFUSED BY THE EXACT SPARK OF FACT, TOUCH OF SELF BY SALT AND BONE SURROUNDED OR SELF-COMPOUNDED, EACH ONE BY LOVE OF SEASON FRIEND OR FOOL OF THE BEAUTIFUL, WROTE PERSONAL POEMS READ BY EVERYONE, NAMING NO ONE>!!!!
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