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Colors of Life: Poems and Songs and Sonnets by Max Eastman
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.
     Man, ---, Rafael Melendez, ---, Long To Sail and 32 others
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