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Countee Cullen - For A Poet
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I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate;  I am not even wroth
Who found the earth`s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.
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