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Since Thou promised – Reunited –
Shall We each Other know –
And Winged complete in Paradise –
Though Our feet – traveled so –

I – weary of such Gathering –
My Bobolink be sore –
Its flight so very distinctive –
And His – his overture –

Perhaps – accept – We no one There –
For – Ecstasy – Delayed –
In Paradise a mere Garden
Of Branches ¬– Birds – parlayed –

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