Tony Marsh

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Come To Me, Lover

Come to me, lover, come to me.
The moon shall light our way
And the evening song
Shall be sung for us

Dust-Devil's Ballet

I watch dust-devil's dance ballet
They leap and glide across the fields
They arabesque and pas de chats
They rise and turn and grand-jete. And then sometimes they play catch

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