.As the cold comes to claim up I take the air and know your pink aroma,
And I should haunt your very vestibules and hover like the smoke over Tecoma,
If I could dive my hands to the roots of your tallest trees,
And it was all I ever do...
Never feed from the hand, never beg, never stand o.
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