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Purity

The snow, the cold—a bird is dead
Black on white his body lies
Behind a bush where no one goes
His death a secret no one shares

(Air so pure, the vacant sky —
A day this blue assaults the eyes!)

With a purity
When I was young
You ruled the world and soothed my mind
Purity, sweet purity —
The more I know,
The less I find

 

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