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so no one will know – 
how the deer leaps, or
how the bells ring,  
how the birds chirp merry, or 
how the heart bursts rainbow coloured treats, 
like the coming of spring

so no one will know – 
how the stones rumble, or
how the springs boil, 
how the leaves rustle angsty, or 
how the branches shake in intense frustration, 
like the molten lava spouting from a volcano, 

so no one will know,  
how… ever,
with you. 

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