Capo II *

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The white ducks fly on past the sun,
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their wings flash silver at the moon.
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While waters rush down the mountain tongue,
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my organs play a circus tune.
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I dance to the wonder of your feet,
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and sing to the joy of your knees.
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The cold white dress on the mountain breast,
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paints the frozen trees. 

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The maple plants patterns in the sky,
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it s leaves to kiss the wind
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While scores of glittering bugs and flies,
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dance polkas on her limbs.
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I whistle symphonies of your face,
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and laugh for your hair so fine.
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In startled greens of playground grass,
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a child jumps rope to rhyme. 

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Reeds and brass, the marching drums,
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make a joyous sound
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Trees bend low with nuts and plums,
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then fall to find the ground.
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I hunger for your porpoise mouth,
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and stand erect for love.
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The sun burns up the winter sky,
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and all the earth is love.


* Alternate:

Capo IV