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best love poem

one sweetly solemn thought
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
there is no flock, however watched and tended
have you seen walking through the village
burly, dozing humble-bee
they ask me where i've been
she must go back, she said
white foam flower, red flame flower
doubtless i remember still
to clothe the fiery thought
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
why then, must we see?

 



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