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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Suppose
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IF `twere fair to suppose
That your heart were not taken,
That the dew from the rose
Petals still were not shaken, 
I should pluck you,
Howe`er you should thorn me and scorn me,
And wear you for life as the green of the bower.
If `twere fair to suppose
That that road was for vagrants,
That the wind and the rose,
Counted all in their fragrance;
Oh, my dear one,
By love, I should take you and make you,
The green of my life from the scintillant hour.
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