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Find with me that flower

that spring has blown away.

Down paths with tall grasses let us

play hide and seek today.

Let us drink the nectar

of a thousand grapes upon the vine.

Open for me that book of yours

and let me hear the line.

A line so sweet with honey-due

that I might taste the letters.

A line so sweet with honey-due

that I might feel the fetters.

The fetters that bind your life to mine

and tangle twixt the grape and wine.

Through what window must I see?

Through what door must I pass?

To lie with you in the summer grass.

The tall untended summer grass.

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