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My first reversed will plainly show
An apple in its embryo.
Reverse my second, and we see
That which in sight can never be.
Replace them both, and write me down
Six letters that will spell a town.
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My first is equal to the rest,
My second not so much;
My whole is better than the best,
Beyond compare nonsuch.
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AN ITALIAN POET’S LOVE SONG
Hear me, my all: oh, be my first!
My second is a single;
If you say yes, then in my third
Our happy lives shall mingle.