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Beloved I have to adore the earth |
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The wind must have had your voice once |
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It echos and sings like you |
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The soil must have tasted you once |
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It is laded with your scent |
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The trees honor you in gold and blush when you pass |
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I know why the North Country is frozen |
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It has been trying to preserve your memory |
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I know why the desert burns with fever |
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It wept too long without you on hands and knees |
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The ocean begs up the beach and falls at your feet |
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I have to adore the mirror of the earth |
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You have taught her well how to be beautiful |
