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If you sat
Where I do
And saw
What I see
From my window,
You too
Would know
This rapture
That sings,
Conducted
By
The magic wand
Of Spring,
And
You would know
As
I do
That
Life is measured
By cups full
To brimming overflow
With symphonic
Effulgence
Beyond the window.
5/27/1983
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