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ST. VALENTINE’S DAY
Red clover bloweth Subtle and sweet; The calm river floweth Close to my feet: Ever and onward The dark currents sweep Steadily downward, Silent and deep.
So my heart ever Turns to its mate; Say, can we sever, Is it not Fate? As the great river Sweeps to the sea, So my thoughts ever Flow, Love, to thee!
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