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When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. - John F. Kennedy

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How dark is the path in the park by the sea,
How yellow the lamps are and bright!
I'm calm. Only please do not mention to me
His name, don't talk of him to-night.

You're sweet, we'll be friends, we'll take walks, you and I,
We'll kiss, and we'll age side by side.
Above us the months light as snowflakes will fly;
On, on, swiftly, smoothly they'll glide.

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