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I could sit here for years
and not tire of you.
Every butterfly
could touch my head
Every wildflower
open full
Every pine cone
fall by my side
And I would still want more.
Every duck
could float on by
Every ripple
travel through
Every breeze
mess my hair
And I would still want more.
Every bough
could brush my arm
Every bird
chirp its song
Every dusk
have it's dawn
And still...
I could sit here for years
and not tire of you.
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