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A lane in
the pine-wood
(Antholz Niedertal - Bolzano)
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Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I am not to speak
to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at
night alone, (W.Whitman) |
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