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Somewhere

"Somewhere beneath the blinding snows—
A smouldering senser, burns my rose;
But Love alone the secret knows
Till Spring appear.


Somewhere in unimagined deeps,
My star, a radiant dreamer, sleeps;
But Love alone the secret knows,
Till Night is near."

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  • March 10, 2005
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    I like your website!!
    Edited on Mar 10, 5:50 p.m. because 'too many !!!!!...'.