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Len
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Abandoned by the river where it stood,
All rust-brown brick and random, shattered glass,
The mill played live-or-die. But left for good
Or ill by town, I could not hope to know;
I only saw that time had come to pass,
And water ran beside that hulk, to flow
Downstream where waters seem to want to go.
Through rows of broken windows, winds blew in
And out; they made the sound that I supposed
The past would make in us when what has been
Has been too much, or lasted much too long.
Still, nothing made me wish those windows closed,
And nothing made me want to still such song
As I stood dwelling on. And was that wrong?
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