Speaking of love, of which who knows the meaning
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Or how dreaming becomes, if your hearts mind, our guess
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A grasp play things beyond or around, as bones are made,
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Our picking it.
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This colors, they laugh,
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Both quickly signify lives only half
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Through deep weather, then all numb,
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Let feel all, mind in mind, flesh in flesh.
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In flesh
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Succeeding
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Disappear.
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A Cloud on a Leaf
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Tin Hat |