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When June comes dancing o er the death of May

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast
And mating thrushes ushering in her day
An......

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Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee c

Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.

Mine eyes are o......

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Your lips are like a southern lily red Wet w

Your lips are like a southern lily red
Wet with the soft rain kisses of the night
In which the brown bee buries deep its head
When s......

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Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into

Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.

Your kisses fell sha......

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There was a time when in late afternoon The f

There was a time when in late afternoon
The four o'clocks would fold up at day's close
Pink white in prayer and 'neath the floating moon
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