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“You tell me not, green multitude of leaves, Mingling and whirling with the willful breeze, Nor you, bright grasses, trembling blade to blade, What meaneth June, to hap us every year?…” —Elizabeth Drew Stoddard (No Answer) 1895 #AIart #Midjourney6_1 #Poetry
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