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At last ,
the long summer is leaving ,
it's pain revealing
in blazing autumn ,
a glow
of red and yellow ;
A breeze descends
from a blue sky ,
cool and crisp ,
and grips
the young heart
with a tender fever ;
Ah , this sweet thing ,
this desire
to hold her
close to my heart
in a gentle caress ,
comes to life
with a quiver ;
And a tide
of elemental force
engulfs
my craving soul
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Lawrence
18 Sept 1957
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