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Spirit Speech

Ah! rain like tears, Ah! twilight talk of flowers
That mingle and are one!
Our souls can only guess at all you mean,
When hushed they lean
O'er dreamland bars at golden set of sun;
Or slumber shut in visions through dark hours.

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