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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Taken Singly: Voice Ways

Some things are never clear.
But the weather is clear tonight,
Thanks to a clearing rain.
The mountains are brought up near,
The stars are brought out bright.
Your old sweet-cynical strain
Would come in like you here:
“So we won’t say nothing is clear.”

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