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Things we |
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wakened hands |
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and put soft life into, |
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are awake through |
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years with transferred touch, |
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and go on glowing |
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And for this reason, |
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some old things are lovely, |
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warm still with life |
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of forgotten people |
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who made them |
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After the poem by D.H.Lawrence |
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