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| 'Emma' by Trish |
See this, how it shines, silver and gold?
How warm and good it is.
What is it you ask? It's my love.
Won't you accept it?
Hm, yes, it is a dangerous word,
especially, when afraid. of it.
What say, we play a game, you hide,
and with closed eyes, I'll seek you out.
If I fail to find you, I'll go on my way,
Wait! I've not yet closed my eyes.
Tushie 1991
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