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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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