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A Long-Time-Love SongCan't trace this conversationWords fragment and fall Into blue shadows by a white-baked wall Through shimmering spaces a single thrush calls A song when it's over is no song at all And you know I long to feel that sail Leaping in the wind And I long to see what lies beyond that rim Oh, ever-new lover and friend Sing me that love song again Time measured in summersaults And flickering kids' play Cross-world and southward it's a fine summer day Translucent life-span evaporates away To bead on the cool grass in a cyclic ballet |