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Or bathing naked in a stream
A man might see your body gleam,
And shut his eyes to keep the dream.

And, were you seeking alibis,
Delphinium pools and larkspur skies
Would offer shelter to your eyes.

Where can I search, when just for you
Gold will conspire with white and blue,
And suns turn water into dew?

I think I'll wait until I see,
Released from beauty, wearily,
A woman coming back to me.

When suns go in, and petals fall,
And greyness slinks about us all,
Maybe you'll find a different place
To shut your eyes and hide your face,
And in the heart you left behind
An everlasting refuge find.

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