You are the murmuring birds that grace my line of sight Brown eyes that ease the night The Spring lambs that warm my heart Auburn silk tresses , blue forget- me -nots You are the very instant the sun breaks the morning brume The stained glass sky in my Autumn afternoon My question , my seduction , my reason My trail , my expression , my Summer season* ...
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