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The flowers knew her through the frost,
Their own true-lover.
Rose crowding rose, the color crossed;
The silver breath could hover
Near and far, poor lover!
They wondered at her through the pane,
And through December.
And then she went her way again,
— Eyes trying to remember.
Have your day, December!
Their own true-lover.
Rose crowding rose, the color crossed;
The silver breath could hover
Near and far, poor lover!
They wondered at her through the pane,
And through December.
And then she went her way again,
— Eyes trying to remember.
Have your day, December!
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