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Antonisha is bursting with beauty, Now in her flowering spring. Though one may be winsome, attractive, or pretty, One's beauty must come from within. None can gaze long at the sun of her smile. Instead, one must soon look away. Still, one can't help but look back for a while, Held by a heart that would angels beguile And turn hapless night into day. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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