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| Elizabeth Jennings |
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| The radiance of that star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there my eye may never see And so the time lag teases me with how Love that loves now may not reach me until Its first desire is spent. The starīs impulse Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful And love arrived may find us somewhere else |
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