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Sometimes

SOMETIMES a child's voice crying on the street

Comes winging like an arrow through the wind

To pierce my breast with you, my baby, and

My pen is weak, and all my thinking dreams

Are mist of yearning for the touch of you.

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1883-1969 / American

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