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| APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding |
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| Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing |
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| Memory and desire, stirring |
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| Dull roots with spring rain. |
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| Winter kept us warm, covering |
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| Earth in forgetful snow, feeding |
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| A little life with dried tubers. |
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| Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee |
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| With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, |
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| And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, |
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| And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. |
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| Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. |
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| And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, |
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| My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, |
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| And I was frightened. He said, Marie, |
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| Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. |
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| In the mountains, there you feel free. |
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| I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. | -t.s. eliot from "The Wasteland" |
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