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Such sights as youthful poets dream,
on summer eve by haunted streams.
You may grind their souls,
in the self same mill.
You may bind them heart and brow,
but the poet will follow the rainbow still.

By amber_mist

© 2009 amber_mist (All rights reserved)


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