I WHISPERED, I am too young
Love is the crooked thing There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run awayAnd the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah , penny , brown penny , brown pennyOne cannot begin it too soon.
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaWilliam Butler Yeats
