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I Know Not How It Is with You

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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I know not how it is with you⁠— I love the first and last, The whole field of the present view, The whole flow of the past.

One tittle of the things that are, Nor you should change nor I⁠— One pebble in our path⁠—one star In all our heaven of sky.

Our lives, and every day and hour, One symphony appear: One road, one garden⁠—every flower And every bramble dear.

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