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Lost Things

by Sara Teasdale
Oh, I could let the world go by,
 Its loud new wonders and its wars,
But how will I give up the sky
 When winter dusk is set with stars?
And I could let the cities go,
 Their changing customs and their creeds, —
But oh, the summer rains that blow
 In silver on the jewel-weeds!

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