Matchless and just right,

To mate with all her beauty.

These amassed will make the dreams

Tender, pure and holy

Of a girl just turned thirteen.

Bring me rainbow ribbons

From the sunset too

Then a white tho’t from the angels

Who are holding hands with you.

Bring the rosebud’s fragrance

And the apple blossom’s bloom

The hushed voice from the morning

Then leave a little room,{29}

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For a thousand transient colors

From a God’s infinite dream

And you’ll have the soul and fancies

Of a girl just turned thirteen.

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My Neighbor’s Roses

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