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Over the shop where silk is sold Still the dragon kites are flying.
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What did she do, what did she say?
Did she ever chance to pass that way?
I remember it as a lovely spot
Where a cat-bird sang. When he heard the shot.
Did he fly away? I have quite forgot.
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One by one:
The stiff, broad outer leaves;
The smaller ones,
Pleasant to touch, veined with purple;
The glazed inner leaves.
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When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
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I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
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