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Pensee

The purple pansies turn their faces to the sun.
All summer they will dominate the bed.
The tulips, radiant, came and went.
The lilies-of-the-valley, too, have fled
Until next year. Such beauty cannot last!

Why do those pansy faces stir my soul?
They've no exotic scent nor slender shape,
Just a round cyclopean face gazing outward
Watching. Ever watching.
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