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such sweet apron of the sky

such sweet apron of the sky,
these clouds, wand’ring by,
unaccustomed to the crawling
infants’ eyes,
as they who
rather wonder than to wander
, afraid of such heights and such hi’s.

of your air
Music is my muse, and the words my lovers. What else does one need?

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