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the new song
w. s. merwin
for some time i thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what i had a mind to do
and what i could imagine
going back to and finding it
as i had found it the first time
but by this time i do not know
what i thought when i thought back then
there is no time yet it grows less
there is the sound of rain at night
arriving unknown in the leaves
once without before or after
then i hear the thrush（画眉） waking
at daybreak singing the new song
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