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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. Submitted by Venus
Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 14 Mar 2010 10:34 AM | Viewed: 3858 times
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