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The Web
A wonderful web we weave,
In thought of yesteryear.
A pounding young heart
In first found love;
Devotion blindly shared.
Crimped then in pain love's ecstasy;
Love's valiant once fine fair.
Echo images, and audio,
Projecting fragments
Gone not forbeared.
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