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To my Wondrous Beloved Tyson
And the flowers blossom
And my soul blossoms
And the child’s soul beams And his eyes
Are the stars of heaven
And his smile the sound of comets And he marvels and sees
All things ascending to heaven And he dreams
Of his Starry Streams.
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