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They wake up slowly
the green leaves of grass
in the meadows ,
the flowers
red and yellow and white ;
At the gentle touch
of daylight,
so would my heart
wake up,
as you would touch
my lips with thine ;
In sweet caress,
and draw me close to your
heart ;
If morning ever comes,
sure
it will be more colourful
than a thousand rainbows !
The ways of loving
are many,
for me
even this one
is one too many !
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1960
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