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DID YOU NEVER KNOW ?
by Sara Teasdale, 1844-1933
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me
That your love would never lessen and never go ?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
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