Like the young my wonder is lit afresh
As I caress the passing trees untouched.
Howbeit with speed and force we are set,
The loose moments weave a comfort so plush.
Like the young my wonder is lit afresh
As I caress the passing trees untouched.
Howbeit with speed and force we are set,
The loose moments weave a comfort so plush.
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