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A gate opens before me.
The weeping willow stands in its corner, gazing down upon the garden.
Its beauty coaxes me into forgetting the sorrow of the descending evening.

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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"Draw me a bouquet,” she asks,
“A green stem, each leaf refreshed with a bead of dew,
Flowers in every color of the rainbow—draw them for me,
Eran Kolran
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Her Laughter and a Star’s LightEran KolranWhat lies within me no man knows;her shy face shall, at a glance,Read full verse →
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