<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song #11.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The past is in us, and we find<br>The burden of our being there,<br>Who have been built up as the wind<br>From dreamy air.<br>Still all we touch on near and far<br>Has had an old beginning, and<br>A flower is mystic as a star<br>To understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506688" data-title="Song #11. de Robert Crawford" data-description="The past is in us, and we find The burden of our being there, Who have been built up as the wind From dreamy air. Still all we touch on near and far Has had an old beginning, and A flower is mystic as a star To understand."></div> </div> </div>

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