--e. e. cummingsi go to this windowjust as day dissolveswhen it is twilight(andlooking up in feari see the new moonthinner than a hair)making me feelhow myself has been coarse and dullcompared with you, silently who areand clingto my mind alwaysBut now she sharpens and becomes crisperuntil i smile with knowing-and all aboutherselfthe sprouting largest final airplungesinward with hurleddownward thousands of enormous dreams
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