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COME, when the pale moon like a petal / Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, / Come with arms outstretched to take me, / Come with lips pursed up to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying / Caught in the web of the years that pass, / And soon we two, so warm and eager / Will be as the gray stones in the grass.