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From SummerI shall rise one bright day and see her face,
Yet on the past I strive to look harder,
To gaze at the moon reflecting her grace.
The softness of her voice retreats farther
Yet I refuse to forget her sweetness.
Aphrodite's own hand gives me a pause;
She guides me to unto another, aimless,
But I wish to abstain, stay true to my cause.
Faltering now would mean great disaster,
If into my desires I do succumb,
My love from Summer will fade yet faster
And all that I wished for will come undone.
I speak truth, plainly, and of this I swear,
That only for her do I truly care.
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