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sweet with fern and rose
along the banks
in his guarded tent
the old songs
blossoms of babies
i have heard them in the night
shades of night were falling fast
he came and took me by the hand
i saw the first pear
darkest, strangest mystery
sad are they who know not love
night is dark, and the winter winds
see, they return
i had a dream and i awoke with it

 



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