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Close, Close All Night The Lovers Keep. They Turn Together In Their Sleep, Close As Two Pages In A Book That Read Each Other In The Dark. Each Knows All The Other Knows, Learned By Heart From Head To Toes.

Time To Plant Tears, Says The Almanac. The Grandmother Sings To The Marvelous Stove And The Child Draws Another Inscrutable House.

The Whole Shadow Of Man Is Only As Big As His Hat.

Something Needn't Be Large To Be Good.

What The Man-moth Fears Most He Must Do.