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soft as the bed in the earth
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
just as my fingers on these keys
stuff of the moon
do not grieve that it is over
the air is full of dawn and spring
in your arms was still delight
splendid and terrible your love
i stood by the open casement

 



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