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We three in garden rapture

Broke Summer's revery

And hushed ourselves to capture The quietude of three;

We pressed the Autumn moment Against our hearts as one, We trailed the Winter's comment In lazy days of fun

Came Springtime and the hunger Of sweetness on the brim: But we were three no longer, But you and I, and him.

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We three in Summer hurried Through days of young delight And stayed awake and worried The stars out of the night;

In Autumn we kept lonely In pleasures' simple quest, We loved each other only Through Winter's passing quest

Came Spring again and stronger Impulsive things to start: But we are three no longer, We two, and there my heart.

Doyle Eugene Livingston

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