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Things
we |
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have made
with |
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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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years. |
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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 | | |
