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My Blue God
The level ground of your forehead,
Without a furrowed brow or a wrinkle;
A meadow in which we lay, dreaming.
Lofty hills that open their mouths wide
To release the meandering red river stems
That curve and bend...
Without a furrowed brow or a wrinkle;
A meadow in which we lay, dreaming.
Lofty hills that open their mouths wide
To release the meandering red river stems
That curve and bend...
