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May my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are oldmay my mind stroll about hungryand fearless and thirsty and suppleand even if it's sunday may i be wrongfor whenever men are right they are not youngand may myself do nothing usefullyand love yourself so more than trulythere's never been quite such a fool who could failpulling all the sky over him with one smile .E.e. Cummings
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Since the thing perhaps isto eat flowers and not to be afraidE.e. Cummings
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Hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and youngE.e. Cummings
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Love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heartwill never guess how muchmy wonderful jealousy is darkE.e. Cummings