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Did I pass too quickly through that magic time, when I first loved you, on the second day of Fall? You came too dearly in my wise possession, when I needed you on my grown - up way. What I will miss my heart aches to remember. Yet even memory, will be a tragedy for my mind. If only I had wished for some encounter sleek, or descreet, to care less about, before I loved you. Now I wait for night to fall, and rest on pillows where the sleep of dreams is dusted with your passing.[/b}[
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