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though i am little as all little things
darkest, strangest mystery
now while my lips are living
be not false
when you come tonight
blossoms of babies
we were not many
days endeared to every muse
there's one that i once loved so much
one sweetly solemn thought
what spiteful chance steals unawares
stern cold man

 



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