Inflamed by racing canopy
of life's plenty stroke
came a bud wondrously
simple and cunning.
As she wore that smile
by its sweetest glide
all is well and easy to scribe.
By the wind, she anchors
with such beauty's band:
Simply a morass of loner's song
snuff by its lovely spring-
mellow by wind's gentle toss,
so precious like crystal
fair garland in the air
off by my hand!
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