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 it was once called by Rg Gregory 
						it comes like a convictsqueezing through bars
 and is gone before
 the promptest siren
 
 it suddenly turns
 in the ear or rides
 the eye of a thought
 before dissolving
 
 i have it in a faint
 taste or shudder
 an ache like a spring
 high in the mountains
 
 it was once called love
 and now a longing
 for a song to be heard
 that doesn't bear singing
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