Catch -Catch
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Here, we play catch-catch,
Shout we, catch me not,
Touch me not,
With the sickle in hand,
Called me- this is the new moon,
See, there is hive for honey,
Mouth drooled,
And fate ruled
During the day, at noon,
Let us play, a match,
A friendly match,
You and me and...
In the stadium of stars,
Twinkling all,
Squinting eyes as mused,
I am a bit confused,
Come here snatch,
The mossy bread,
Drink the wine,
It's only mine,
Come on, play catch -catch,
A match between body and soul,
That's all
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