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That Hawthorn
Mine fairy love
floats with crystalline wings
‘bout her lovely tree
In the early summer, her peek
flutters ‘bout
causing burst of mine declaration;
I’m in love !
Throughout the white clusters
mine fairy hears mine shout
And when, “All fruits fail”,
mine fairy
with her gift,
yes,
that red fruit
in September…
fluttering about,
with her,
crystalline wings;
She too shouts
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