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I Sang

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

I sang to you and the moon
 But only the moon remembers.
   I sang
 O reckless free-hearted
             free-throated rythms,
 Even the moon remembers them
   And is kind to me.

Published in Chicago Poems

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