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Aubade at the City of Change By Aldo Amparán In this city each door I cross in search of your room grows darker than the sky, this silver dome…
The Crocus Fairies By Cicely Mary Barker Crocus of yellow, new and gay; Mauve and purple, in brave array; Crocus white Like a cup of light,—…