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Shimmers splendent merge, laden tendrils waver |
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descending drops of water disperse in lucid layer |
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a smile spread over rainbow sky |
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refracted in the raindrops crying eye |
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they fall away to where the sun hangs brightly |
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trickling down where on the dews are shown |
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in the play of moments moving lightly |
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on the grounds of morning's blooming down |
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Every hour of every day, every leaf on every tree |
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each expression borne of every thought |
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a sudden joy swarmed to a heart |
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with open arms reaching out |
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through time to set a place for the unthought |
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on that day the welcome is inviting |
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with chime, ceremony and good cheer |
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in the play of moments moving lightly |
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to the sounds of morning breaking clear |
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Here the naked child among the others 'neath the sun |
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some thrust forward like snakes |
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some stood upwise and erect |
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some stiffened, taut, virginal and prim |
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some bent dead in curves graceful and thin |
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they grow away to where the sun hangs brightly |
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trickling down where on the dews are seen |
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in the play of moments moving lightly |
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on the bounds of Morning's Waking Dream |
