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Leaf-brown path

I know a leaf-brown path; I also know Where oaks let sunlight through To melt the lingering frost, And where the first mayflowers grow. I know the words to make a poem for you. But if I knew the way To unlock your love for me That other knowledge could be lost. And yet, in keeping it, I may Be holding the key.

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