Crown me with roses,
Crown me really
With roses -
Roses which burn out
On a forehead burning
So soon out!
Crown me with roses
And with fleeting leafage.
That will do.
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A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
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In truth as it is and the way that I found it.
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