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Pulled from an existence a few leaves in evergreen

Or on the other hand dressed like fragrant crinoline hung

Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen

From a station where prepares never run

Furthermore, set up in a scene in the parsonage at Haworth

The three sisters with Chekovian suggestions

Remained round the table where their reflected structures

Anticipate the impact of the last informed decision's to make them

Take that last stroll over the heather mantled field.

Down vain passageways I looked for some leaf token

Of an existence unlived, a blurred mignonette or four leaved clover

Down a pathway shut everlastingly by the touches of destiny:

The shadows of you gone still took the night

Furthermore, I was allowed to sit unbothered to confront the difficult light.