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Central Park at Dusk
Buildings above the leafless treesLoom high as castles in a dream, While one by one the lamps come outTo thread the twilight1 with a gleam. There is no sign of leaf or bud,A hush2 is over everything —— Silent as women wait for love,The world is waiting for the spring. |
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