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But what to sup at buttercups
To let loose the milkweed
And behold a bevy of arrangements
Nothing spoiled nothing pained
Gleeful laughter echoes round
Wrapped in soothing hushes
Babes of the new year
Peaches for the sweet
Soft ripples and kisses
Warm hands upon the cheek
And if the river bends
And if the waters deep
May I dive into your eyes
And dream as you sleep