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						Clown In The Moon by Dylan Thomas 
						
						My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows.
  I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.						 
						
						
						
						
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