Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
The best of all
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Comments1This is such a sweet poem! 😍 Really hits me in the feelz, shows the power of love and devotion. It's like a beautiful song. Unseen things sometimes matter the most, huh? 🎶 Love it! Speaks volumes to the heart 💕