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had i time
to make the best –
years beyond these rings
a moment undecided
by the way
the nightbird sings
a road too long
to get me back –
a broken stand
of pines
had i days
to resurrect –
one more morning
to ascribe
breath where mine
was stolen
i remember
had i grace
to give in trade –
an evermore
to save
would my pleasure come
in counting
every kiss where
we align
would i wait
another day
to make you

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