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teen love poem

the endless, foolish merriment of stars
love me at last, or if you will not
brother, i am fire
have you seen walking through the village
one sweetly solemn thought
i know not where
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
there is an hour of peaceful rest
just now
which keeps
the air is like a butterfly

 



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