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Who is alone now, will stay long alone,
will lie awake, read, get long letters written,
and through the streets that follow up and down
will wander restless, when the leaves are driven.—Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Autumn Day,” The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (Ecco, 2010)
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