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A VALENTINE
WHAT is my wish for thee, sweet Valentine?
A song of Spring, while Winter yet is here,
Heralding Summer in the silent year,
Be thine!
A song of Spring, while Winter yet is here,
Heralding Summer in the silent year,
Be thine!
And for myself canst thou my wish divine?
To think my greeting may be in thy sight
Welcome as Summer's heralds,—this delight
Be mine!
To think my greeting may be in thy sight
Welcome as Summer's heralds,—this delight
Be mine!
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