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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Girl's Autumn Reverie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We plucked a red rose, you and I<br>All in the summer weather;<br>Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,<br>Enjoyed by us together.<br>The rose is dead, the summer fled,<br>And bleak winds are complaining;<br>We dwell apart, but in each heart<br>We find the thorn remaining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We sipped a sweet wine, you and I,<br>All in the summer weather.<br>The beaded draught we lightly quaffed,<br>And filled the glass together.<br>Together we watched its rosy glow,<br>And saw its bubbles glitter;<br>Apart, alone, we only know<br>The lees are very bitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We walked in sunshine, you and I,<br>All in the summer weather.<br>The very night seemed noonday bright.<br>When we two were together.<br>I wonder why with our good-by<br>O'er hill and vale and meadow<br>There fell such shade, our paths seemed laid<br>Forevermore in shadow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We dreamed a sweet dream, you and I,<br>All in the summer weather,<br>Where rose and wine and warm sunshine<br>Were mingled in together.<br>We dreamed that June was with us yet,<br>We woke to find December.<br>We dreamed that we two could forget,<br>We woke but to remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
Enjoyed by us together.
The rose is dead, the summer fled,
And bleak winds are complaining;
We dwell apart, but in each heart
We find the thorn remai..."></div>
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