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Poem by Sara Teasdale
COME, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, Come with outstretched arms to take me, Come with lips pursed up to cling. Come, for life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass, And soon we two,so warm and eager, Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
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