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I keep my pledge.
I was not called—
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.
I plight again,
By every sainted Bee—
By Daisy called from hillside—
by Bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I—
Her oath, and mine—
Will surely come again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........excellent write ★ by every sainted bee