The Joy Of New
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Perhaps you do not care
Who before you
Bathed
In the same pond
In the same water
The matter is
The pond is new
You neither mind
The kiss
With the same lips
Again and gain
Each breath is new and fresh
With the same air
I do not care who
Trod the road before
I care only what joy
the road brings for me
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