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Tears, Idle Tears
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
by Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
The Waste Land
by T. S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month
A Litany
by Gregory Orr