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0.084 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

0.4617 − 0.9219i

Drawing the boundary…

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

0.4576 − 0.8385i

Drawing the boundary…

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Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not ask to be
A king o'er empires great. Thy love
Were realm enough for me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not fear to be
Wrapped cold in Death; Death in thy love
Were living joy to me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not wish to be
In Paradise. Life in thy love
Were Heav'n itself to me.

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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