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Again, Again!

by Rainer Maria Rilke - Close of 1914 

Again, again, even if we know the countryside of love, 
and the tiny churchyard with its names mourning, 
and the chasm, more and more terrifying, into which the others 
dropped: we walk out together anyway 
beneath the ancient trees, we lie down again, 
again, among the flowers, and face the sky.

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