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So few and less, then one
Ladybug is on the moon,
Our ceiling.
This last utopian
Who once like a rising rain,
With his flickering myriads,
Made the earth a sky
From which clipped petals fell,
Now surveys his whole life's portion,
An unfellowed expanse.
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