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Archibald MacLeish - An Eternity
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There is no dusk to be, 
There is no dawn that was, 
Only there`s now, and now, 
And the wind in the grass.

Days I remember of 
Now in my heart, are now; 
Days that I dream will bloom 
White the peach bough.

Dying shall never be 
Now in the windy grass; 
Now under shooken leaves 
Death never was.
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