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Song (Free verse) by Christof The pigeon in the elder tree
And the baby in her bed
Sing to each other and neither cares
Which words are unused, which truths unsaid.
She speaks for the joy of speaking,
The pigeon nothing less,
And we dare despoil their purity
With elocuted bitterness.
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