Parading

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,

And laid them away in a box of gold;
And laid them away in a box of gold;
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth, —Countee Cullen
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
—Countee Cullen

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