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She laughs joyfully,
And her pearly lips smile
In delightful merriment
You would think, in her presence,
That spring itself lives in her mouth!
-2-
And then eyes fly to her,
Alighting on her cheeks,
And kissing the hair of the nights,
Of which it was said:
It is smelled, not embraced.
-3-
Then hearts call out in silence: Come...
And bleed a pulse that deafens chests,
And sows within them the dreadful clamour,
...And she laughs,
She laughs,
So, you think that the chests are saying:
Let the little one remain...
May deafness remains!
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