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Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment Will never let you be.
Love Is a bright star Glowing in far Southern skies. Look too hard And its burning flame Will always hurt your eyes.
Love Is a high mountain Stark in a windy sky. If you Would never lose your breath Do not climb too high.
Langston Hughes
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Read poems about / on: purple, star, tree, sky, love, song, lost
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