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Amy Levy - June
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Last June I saw your face three times;
    Three times I touched your hand;
Now, as before, May month is o`er,
    And June is in the land.

O many Junes shall come and go,
    Flow`r-footed o`er the mead;
O many Junes for me, to whom
    Is length of days decreed.

There shall be sunlight, scent of rose;
    Warm mist of summer rain;
Only this change—I shall not look
    Upon your face again.
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