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Sara Teasdale - Love-Free
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I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, 
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another, 
Glad to forget all of the passion of April 
Ere it was love-free.

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, 
But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply, 
I should awake, I should awake and remember 
I am my lover`s.
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