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Sara Teasdale - But Not To Me
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The April night is still and sweet 
With flowers on every tree; 
Peace comes to them on quiet feet, 
   But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast 
Where I shall never be, 
Love comes to-night to all the rest, 
   But not to me.
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