Sunflower
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James McLain
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Sunflower how in youth you stood,
Underneath light is nights full moon,
Neat and your yellow face that shines.
Folly scattered passions narrow path,
Leaves counted inward to the heart,
Over dreams you never were too know.
Wash your face in mornings hand,
Each kiss frees you from this world,
Regrets and flowers knew to come.
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