The gentle breeze
The starry night,
Have all the charm
With you in sight.
The leaves, they swayed
My mind, not made
Your hand, I take?
Or hair I rake.
The gentle breeze, the starry night,
The leaves that swayed, But you in sight
brings order.
They barked, they ran
But surely did fan
The gentle breeze, the air.
You shiver, and hold
my arms, and fold-
I feel your hair.
That tight hug.
That tight hug?
No, the world.
It unfurled
The fury of joy,
And an alloy
Of you and me –
Now we.
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