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how bitter grows love
when tainted by knowledge
her follies of yesterday,
her otherward needs

how deep seeps love
when mingled with wisdom
understanding of patience
fulfillment of needs

I ride my bicycle all through your mind
a double sunset ahead,
golden shadow mountains lie behind
tyres caressing words you've said

I fly my kite up to your clouds
they kiss, descending now
a freshened tree breath expunges doubts
electric water, I must bow

how round seems love
when it all comes back today
miles of two lane travel
together, a thousand dreams

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