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teenage love poem

full of tears
gone before us
sweet and strong
when the hours of day are numbered
love me at last, or if you will not
happiness
the air is full of dawn and spring
in mournful numbers
there is an hour of peaceful rest
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
out of me unworthy and unknown
therefore i may not

 



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