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now that there are green sproutspushing through dead leavesand fat yellow jackets float on the breezethe waves kiss the shore and the air is warmbut birch trees are falling now that you're goneonce we walked the crumbling cliffswhere the birch trees leanonce I kissed your apple lipshigh above the seaa year ago it was since the last clover grewunder creaking birch trees I would wait for youwe kissed in the salt air beneath the leaning treeswhite slender branches bent to the seaonce we walked the crumbling cliffswhere the birch trees leannow who will kiss your apple lipsunder the salty sea
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