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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Wild Swans
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I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. 
And what did I see I had not seen before? 
Only a question less or a question more; 
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying. 
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, 
House without air, I leave you and lock your door. 
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
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