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Love is the blossom where there blows
Everything that lives and grows;
Under whose shadows creatures wild,
Softened by love grow tame and mild-
While in the leaves there shrouded lay,
Song birds for love that sing and play~

And see the flowers that below,
So fresh as morning, always blow..
And so might a single rose,
So bright as Heaven, that always shows
That unto a summer shade,
Each petal new soon will fade.
Everything will pass away;
There is no danger in delay.

And so, each grape of every vine
Will gladly bruise to make me wine
While tens of thousands, who so proud
To read these words, will soon have bowed
To all of love that chides to send me,
To my world, to soon attend me,
All the stars above that shine..
And every one will soon be mine.

And so I bend my knee to thee..
My poem, shall thy winning be.

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