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SPRING IS NOT THE ASH, by                    
First Line: They held a green unburnt desire
Last Line: And in the dream the ash again.


They held a green unburnt desire.
They held it long and let it burn.
The burn they cast into the fire.
They looked and saw an ash to learn.

They learned the ash. They set it down
And threw the other part away.
And when they turned, the ash had blown.
The ash had come but not to stay.

They brushed the stone. They fired the green,
And from the green there rose a flame,
And from the flame there was a dream,
And in the dream the ash again.





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