Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен)

Under the Mistletoe

I did not know she'd take it so,
    Or else I'd never dared;
Although the bliss was worth the blow,
I did not know she'd take it so.
She stood beneath the mistletoe
So long I thought she cared;
I did not know she'd take it so,
Or else I'd never dared.

1. Uncle Jim
2. In Memory of Col. Charles Young
3. The Unknown Color
4. For My Grandmother
5. Red

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