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A Polar Bear

If each breathe is a frozen sleep
If each exhale is a pleasure deep
And if blurs sail over the ocean
And my eyes; the only vision
I see between the lines, in
Hues of blue and azure;
And that side I am allured,
Is dreamt, then I, in my field,
Alone, with tears of hope.

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