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...
My
feet tug at the floor
And
my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes
when I watch trees sway,
From
the window or the door.
I
shall set forth for somewhere,
I
shall make the reckless choice
Some
day when they are in voice
And
tossing so as to scare
The
white clouds over them on.
...
from 'The Sound of Trees' by Robert Frost
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