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Poem by Christopher Morley
Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The fire leaps high with golden prongs; I place along the chimneysill The tiny candles of my songs. And though unsteadily they burn, As evening shades from grey to blue Like candles they will surely learn To shine more clear, for love of you.
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