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 When You Come by Maya Angelou 
						When you come to me, unbidden,Beckoning me
 To long-ago rooms,
 Where memories lie.
 
 Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
 Gatherings of days too few.
 Baubles of stolen kisses.
 Trinkets of borrowed loves.
 Trunks of secret words,
 
 I CRY.
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