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We Could Be Married
Catching every flower-petal dream
That falls on summer lawns,
I find my childhood still alive
In the park-like innocence
Of all my thoughts.
Meet me at dawn
In the apple orchard
Beneath the blue sky.
Destiny has designed
Our mutual happiness.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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