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In search of brighter green to come. No way!
My only thought is for what has
Never does any motion, sound, or light
A pallid yellow lingers
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
Dreaming time has reversed�and you,
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
How can they get the point of how a world
In a single floral stroke,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
(Our fortitude grows dim in
Is the moon to grow
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
Covering the land�
Silence, are in his hand�birds in a snare;