deep like a flowing
as the whispers
and in tune as it was the mirror
and waves as the passion
and fast as when as the birds
and stream on its own flowing
arms and tender as it comes in waves
and figure as the distinction
and meaning as remarks
and eyes as the theme
and wonder as the spirit and hope
as the miracle and yet as when
through a pure delight as the moon
as whispers as our hearts dislike
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