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III
“'Low apple blossoms breaking
Pay me the kiss dost owe.”
—“'T is thine, thine be the taking.”
—“Aboon the afterglow
Three kiss-soft stars are waking—
Walk slow, my love, walk slow.”
Pay me the kiss dost owe.”
—“'T is thine, thine be the taking.”
—“Aboon the afterglow
Three kiss-soft stars are waking—
Walk slow, my love, walk slow.”
“More dear the dusk for dew, my lad;
More sweet the stars when few, my lad;
Life's trials, when love is true, my lad,
Are lighter than we know.”
More sweet the stars when few, my lad;
Life's trials, when love is true, my lad,
Are lighter than we know.”
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