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Come True

"Good morrow!" breathed the Blossom.
"Good morrow!" flushed the Dawn.
"Where were you, dear, before the light?
For I was dreaming all the night
That we should meet anon,
To drink a dewdrop here to-day,
And then together pass away."

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