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FEB. 14
In boyhood's hour my facile pen
Sped lightest love in smoothest lines:
Ah, many a bosom cherished then
My easy, artful Valentines.
Sped lightest love in smoothest lines:
Ah, many a bosom cherished then
My easy, artful Valentines.
But now, ah now, my aching breast
Knows deeper love by surer signs
Of pain that they have never guessed
Who kissed those artful Valentines.
Knows deeper love by surer signs
Of pain that they have never guessed
Who kissed those artful Valentines.
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