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I saw a boy climbing an oak tree, he conquered the monarch of the woods and I found thought of you
Jupiter and Venus and a crescent moon flooded into binocular lens and you were there, astounded
I felt the spring sun break from its misty winter den and warm us both together but apart
I stood barely breathing as darting chaffinches blazed colour at me from background green and you gasped aside me.
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