| death(having lost)put on his universe |
| and yawned:it looks like rain |
| (they've played for timelessness |
| with chips of when) |
| that's yours;i guess |
| you'll have to loan me pain |
| to take the hearse, |
| see you again. |
| Love(having found)wound up such pretty toys |
| as themselves could not know: |
| the earth tinily whirls; |
| while daisies grow |
| (and boys and girls |
| have whispered thus and so) |
| and girls with boys |
| to bed will go, |
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