All of Mine
Tonight I see the poppies grow
With swanlike grace they bloom and blow
Tonight I feel, and in the sky
The moon still bravely shining by.
The dark night sky is filled with gems,
With endless crystal glow.
We never bother to admire
The different things our hearts desire:
Graceful meadows, moonlight glow,
The way the first leaves on branches show.
But now I know that it is time
To make these sights be all of mine.
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