Here we sit in a branchy row
Thinking of beautiful things we know
Dreaming of deeds we mean to do
All complete in a minute or two
Thinking of beautiful things we know
Dreaming of deeds we mean to do
All complete in a minute or two
Something precious lovely and good
Won by merely wishing we could
Touching our softened hands
Envying our tenable bands
Eye to eye and head to head
This shall end when one is dead
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