To Beth
You see, now our bed is changing bright
It os getting quietly early
I have opened my eyes and yawned twice
And I have already kissed twice your cheek
I place a poem on the place I've slept
It speaks of music and theology
But I feel in me by the end of morn
It shall be torn like your heart of paper love
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