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The white ducks fly
All past the sun
Their wings flap silver at the moon
While waters rush down the mountaintops
My [?] plays circus tunes
I dance to the wonders of your feet
And i sing to the joy of your knees
The cold white dress on the mountain crest
[?] the frozen tree
The maple-[?] in the sky
It seems to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering [?] [?]
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh
For your hair is so fine
In startled reeds
Of playground grass
A child jumps rope to [?]
Reeds and grass
The marching drum
They make a joyous sound
She bends low with lust and love
And falls [?] on the ground
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love
