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Words for the mind...
You snip the wind with the swallows scissors, you stab the sun with pen´s bayonet, you fill your baskets and hold them to us.You harvest the fruits of the acacia and trample in the vat the must of the myrtle, you fll the cap and hold them to us.You catch the leap in the hearth of the deer, You borrow the sweetness from the canary's beak, You fill your palms and hold them to us. You store up life in the golden wheat in the breast of the orange tree, in the bags of grape, you tilt up the glas of retsina and hold it out to us.
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