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and with the humming bird
she was a beauty in the days
all down the years
my mother taught me that every night
before the solemn bronze saint
now while my lips are living
the sun is up
he came and took me by the hand
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i said
a thousand silent years ago
i am the wind that wavers
i saw the first pear

 



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