Why Do You Break Upon This Old, Cool Peace, This Painted Peace Of Ours, With Harsh Dress Hissing Like A Flock Of Geese, With Garish Flowers? Why Do You Churn Smooth Waters Rough Again, Selfish Old Skin-And-Bone? Leave Us To Quiet Dreaming And Slow Pain, Leave Us Alone.
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