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This is not exactly what I mean Any more than the sun is the sun. But how to mean more closely If the sun shines but approximately? What a world of awkwardness! What hostile implements of sense! Perhaps this is as close a meaning As perhaps becomes such knowing. Else I think the world and I Must live together as strangers and die— A sour love, each doubtful whether Was ever a thing to love the other. No, better for both to be nearly sure Each of each—exactly where Exactly I and exactly the world Fail to meet by a moment, and a word.
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