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May 2019
A gift of violets for my hearth and home
Her love of gold as mine alone
Wherever she walks the sun is near
She speaks with voices few can hear
And it is her I wish to share my days
With silent merriment and arrogant ways
With gardens of youth and loving end
Depart with he of darkΒ Β descend
Magnolias bloom beneath his eyes
So happily this silent lover dies
Anya
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Anya  23/F/Narnia
(23/F/Narnia)   
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