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Afternoon on a HillI will be the gladdest thingUnder the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down! ~ Edna St.Vincent Millay
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