Trick
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I rush to her
To kiss her fluttering eyes
And find on
Swinging buds two butterflies
I have a wish
To play with your dancing tress
It is but a cloud
Gliding with an amazing grace
I like so much
To play with your pencil lips
Alas! They are petals
Towards stalk they sharply dip
The beautiful face
Much I like to caress and kiss
Ah! It is the Moon
Grazing the sky with poise and bliss
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