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  Lay me down in your dark pool 


let me float down your gentle stream


with just the ripples from your laughter


and whirlpool smile to guide me.


My spilt nectar will not alter your course,


though my petals will soon fade,


your current will sweep me downstream


towards a flower's grave.  

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