if you were not an amber week,

when autumn climbs up through ｗww•９９ｌiｂ.ｎｅｔthe vines;

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,

in your life I see everything that lives.

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not the yellow moment

if you were not that bread the fragrant moon

if even held-in you

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did not move in agile grace like the air,

But when I hold you I hold everything that is --

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without moving I can see it all:

kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,

everything is alive so www.99lib.netthat I can be alive:

oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!

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