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◊⟨a late walk; robert frost⟩◊
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.
◊⟨--⟩◊
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
