now what were motionless move(exists no miracle mightier than this:to feel) poor worlds must merely do,which then are done; and whose last doing shall not quite undo such first amazement as a leaf-here's one more than each creature new(except your fear to whom i give this little parasol, so she may above people walk in the air with almost breathing me)-look up:and we'll (for what were less than dead)dance,i and you; high(are become more than alive)above anybody and fate and even Our whisper it Selves but don't look down and to -morrow and yesterday and everything except love
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