"Let not sadness drip upon your weeping dream,
If it would,
For me to be,
Your servant's temperate mule,
Closen your joy to my love...
It would be my most happy, humble state...
but for right now, I'll just close my eyes and pretend
that it's possible, to learn from beginning to end
the unnatural shapes that our lives have to bend
until the flowers...
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