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25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.Smile, for your lover comes.There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage, If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces, were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail the long run, We should surely bring up again where.I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.
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