our souls mix together
in clouds of powder paint,
and we're mixed forever,
in our little world, so quaint.
See the daisies in our hair,
wrapped around the twisted strands,
and the trees we climb for pears,
stain our pale and silvery hands,
As the dusk fades softly out
Leaving us to melt to sleep
You give me a seed,
Say it us your heart,
And it is mine to keep
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Fleeting as a bird, you looked at me.
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