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The Love Token
The withy cross now gold!
An interlace of old,
That endless pleter braid
Beautifully arrayed:
An ornate gem to show
That love will always grow
His token glows through time
An endless poignant chime.
Wednesday 12th December 2018 3:41 pm
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