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Writing from peace The lines I send you are forever, no Frenetic affirmation of a force That too fierce to contain can hardly know The future evolution of its course, Its wild insistences perhaps perverse. This evening as the light Foreshadows the inevitable end, The pause of thought is precious as delight: The lover still, yet dearer as a friend Whose closeness no more hinges upon sight, Words powerless till time blend the joys aright.

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