(A Song)
A little light is going by,
Is going up to see the sky,
A little light with wings.
I never could have thought of it,
To have a little bug all lit
And made to go on wings.
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my head is loud
with the labor of words.
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with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.
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