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“She tells her love while half asleep…”

She tells her love while half asleep,

In the dark hours,

With half-words whispered low;

As Earth stirs in her winter sleep 

And puts out grass and flowers

Despite the snow,

Despite the falling snow.

—Robert Graves

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