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35 KISSING ThE DANCER Song is not singing, the snow Dance is dancing, my love On my knees, with voice I kiss her knees And dance; my words are song, for her I dance; I give up my words, learn wings instead We fly like trees when they fly To the moon. There, there are some now The clouds opening, as you, as we are there Come in! I love you, kiss your knees with words, 36 Enter you, your eyes your lips, like Lover Of us all, words sweet words learn wings instead. ...

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