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 Souls And Rain-Drops by Sidney Lanier 
						Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,Then vanish, and die utterly.
 One would not know that rain-drops fell
 If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
 
 So souls come down and wrinkle life
 And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
 One might not know that souls had place
 Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
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