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The woman I am hides deep in meBeneath the woman, I seem to be
She hides away from the stranger's eye
She is not known to the passersby.
She goes her way the woman I seem
But the woman I am withdraws to dream!
The woman I seem goes carelessly
When love goes by does not seem to see.
But the woman I am knows sudden fear...
And hides more deeply when love draws nearl!
For love might look closely
Perhaps...and see her beneath the woman
I seem to be!
~GLEN ALLEN~
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'Tis the last rose of Summer, left blooming alone;All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one
To pine on the stem; since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed where thy mates of garden
lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from Loves shining circle thr gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered,and fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
~THOMAS MOORE~
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