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All things end
as willows bend,
Where cities start
and cities dim.
In the sylvan glade
will you find me.
Want not, waste not,
they told me,
on a sea of laffodil
green and lily.
By a garden,
a flower faery
holding still
as willows bend,
Where cities start
and cities dim.
In the sylvan glade
will you find me.
Want not, waste not,
they told me,
on a sea of laffodil
green and lily.
By a garden,
a flower faery
holding still
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