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Ours Are the Eyes
Ours are the ears that recognize old songs
and delight in new patterns of sound.
Ours are the hands that relearn our shapes
even as we grow and change.
Ours are the lips that sip from life’s pleasures
after gorging in the passions of youth.
Ours are eyes that remember the mornings
and our loves from a hundred nights passed.
and delight in new patterns of sound.
Ours are the hands that relearn our shapes
even as we grow and change.
Ours are the lips that sip from life’s pleasures
after gorging in the passions of youth.
Ours are eyes that remember the mornings
and our loves from a hundred nights passed.
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