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What I dreamed would be so strange to know—
Familiar;
As night or noon.

What I thought would be such fearsome giving—
Simple;
Like lifting a cup for a child to drink.

I imagined it would be terrible to take;
And I received it merrily;
Expectation saved up through years and long years
Slipped by in a breath.
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