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baby shower poem

gaily through the fields we danced
there were three in the meadow by the brook
one by one, like leaves from a tree
the pale day drowses on the western steep
stuff of the moon
those black eyes i once so praised
i never knew the earth had so much gold
love me at last, or if you will not
do i like it
among the mountains i wandered

 



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