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To Emily:
O, sweetest Emily,
Why trouble there should be
I, like you, once was a child
And the heavens were in me
Inside I felt a world
Of men and cars and trees
And birds crossing the sees
All tumbling inside me;
The fears need not be proved
And turned to agony.
As I bolted into that world
That once was inside me
Saw my heaven and yours
It lurks outside and pours
So sleep my Emily
The dream in you and me.
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
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