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Pierrot stands in the garden Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A little silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden, He thinks he plays for me, But I am quite forgotten Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden, And all the roses know That Pierrot loves his music, But I love Pierrot.
Sara Teasdale
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: silver, music, tree, moon, love, rose
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