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They do not go together,
That flowering tree and
That bright red fire hydrant
Crouching under it
That grass is plain green, and in the shade
But when the setting sun hits,
The ground is all of greenish gold
The wind blows my hat down
I do not put it back
She merely wants to whisper to me
And I? I want to listen
Green grows from under the rock
Even the cold stone
Cannot stop the growth.
Snowflakes fall bitter
Placidly into the pond
I watch from my window
Sitting by the fire,
I watch the enlivened flames
They lick at the wood
And burn
Snowflakes cling to my coat
But because I am warmer,
They quickly melt.
You cause me to melt
Every time you are around
That's when I look
To find myself
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