I could tell
Of silence where
One ran before
Himself and fell
Into silence
Yet more fair.
And this were more
A thing unseen
Than falling screen
Could make of air.
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I could tell
Of silence where
One ran before
Himself and fell
Into silence
Yet more fair.
And this were more
A thing unseen
Than falling screen
Could make of air.
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