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baby poem

perhaps
the air is full of dawn and spring
up from the meadows rich with corn
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
my sorrow, when she's here with me
all my love for my sweet
in your arms was still delight
if i were very sure
i burn no incense
i heard the wind all day

 



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