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Nymph's Song
Years ago I heard a song;
it was a burst of fresh spring water,
thoughtless as thoughts exhausted on a day's end,
somber as delta sleep
with dreams of love like lovers
can never be
in the mind's eye,
because with all its intellect
it's song is little more
than a thousand haunted memories
and a reasonable fear
that what I wished I could keep forever
is dissolving like an exhale into the breeze.
