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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   IfIf some fair night the moon seems like a flowerShowering me with fragrance, while you are gone,And if some sacred wind can sweep away an hourWith frostedness, cool for me to dream upon,And if the moth that flies across the grassGrows strangely shining, as a diamond with wings,And becomes a memory of the shadows pastAlong a path where things forever cling.If clean enchantment shines there alone,And not a breath is mine that very night,And if a kiss of lips unlike your ownCan awake in me the spirits of delight,Then surely I will know the real me;That time and distance finally set me free.by Tessa Lopez, Keeseville, NY



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