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by Sara Teasdale
I understood the rest too well,
 And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
 Of a sunny shallow sea.
But you I never understood,
 Your spirit's secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
 Ages ago in waters cold.

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