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Hath finally come the hour
when Rengyo will hold fast their
growing, arching, golden stem
long enough to know, to taste, to touch
Lilac’s delicious violet truss?

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because, ’til now their Vernal bloom,
has in me, conjured only tragic myth
the one with the cruelest climate and clock,
the tale of an aching,
faith-fulled Thisbe,
and her yet-untouched, devoted,

beloved Pyramus

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