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Come, when the pale moon like a petal
 Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
 Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
 Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
 Will be as the gray stones in the grass.


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Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2026 8:34 AM | Viewed: 6608 times

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