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January 27, 2009
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The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he love me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

— Sara Teasdale

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lisa February 4, 2009 at 10:25 am

aww! that’s so sad!!

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