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All the trees are hers

And the bees and furs

Not exactly hymns but hers

All the skies are fine

And the beasts with spurs

Not exactly wings, flutters

ooh,

And the nights with stars

And the cold shudders

Precise and orderly clutters

After quite some time

We'll be who we were

I will certainly trust her

When the time comes to die

When the time comes to die

Will we steal the truth in it?

Cuz when the time comes to die

Blow the dust and close your eyes

Will we believe the truth in it?

All the trees are hers

Tall and green and worse

To pollinate the cup butter

Even apple trees

With reluctant worms

Can satisfy her needs for sure

And the rhubarb burst

Through the dark rich earth

Makes the sweetest intermittent purr

And what is fallow now

Will come to deserve

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Poetry's most lovely words