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Strephon kissed me in the spring,
...Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
...And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
...Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
...Haunts me night and day. .....The Look by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
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