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Within
Friend
Within the
Desert
Of so
Few
I choose you
If the
River
Turns to
Ravine
Within my
Heart
You may
Fall
Through
Yet
Within these
Arms,
No cacti
Shall brush
Sudden you
Azure you
Within
These cornfeilds
Within green
I am
Yours,
Yellow still.
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