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I am as soft as butter
I melt in your heat
Let me not slip through 
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How can I give you my song?
My voice is choked
My musical instrument shy
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The brook passes frolicsome 
The forest is heavy
With bird-songs
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You play with my lean fingers
And sing of some flower-bud
Am I that flower-bud?
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You are bad, very bad
You have stolen my windows
I cannot close them
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My milky white breasts
Like forest pigeons
Seek safe nest
When wind gathers storm
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You are shameless
You drop your coverings
Behind the winter mist
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In absence of mind
I forgot you were here
On this dreamy blue lake
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I was asleep sick of your absence
And could not hear your footsteps
Breathless at my window
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Your amorous laughter
Is a brief refrain
To my evening song
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I am doe-eyed
You say day and night
You have killed the doe
My vision is blurred
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You are a gifted woodpecker
You have made room
In my love-dried heart
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Is my bedroom your playground?
I am sick of your love
Go back to your forest
And play tunes to water fowls
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We slept near a cataract
Waters falling down
Like your desires
I was blinded by their atoms
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It’s waters off a duck’s back 
My words are futile
I must kiss you last
And close my lips
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Sometimes you are a purring cat
Sometimes a scratching mouse
Where am I in this cat and mouse game?
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Your love makes me sad
You love me like water
And I am a pond
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Boatman sings songs of absence
Mountain clouds are slow moon
My eyes are dry in the evening lamplight 
Room of swirling mists
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Years slipped into centuries
Old snow coiled the mountain top
I heard with deep shudder
Distant rumbling of thunder
My lover's profound kisses
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