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MAGNOLIA BLOSSOMS
The broad magnolia's blooms are white;
Her blooms are large, as if the moon
Had lost her way some lazy night,
And lodged here till the afternoon.
Her blooms are large, as if the moon
Had lost her way some lazy night,
And lodged here till the afternoon.
Oh, vast white blossoms breathing love!
White bosom of my lady dead,
In your white heaven overhead
I look, and learn to look above.
White bosom of my lady dead,
In your white heaven overhead
I look, and learn to look above.
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