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dearly behoven
and
gather the day
ink
to light
give
care
with
this voice
I
thee wed
barefoot
in
and
sprightly
how
lovely
blessings
fall
live
in a stillness
no
one can see
I’m
the world turning too
behoven
to riddle
a
self away
to
bring joy
little
ways
just
as far as we can
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