You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful.
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those that have obeyed the holy law
puddle and are perfect.
The hands that I have kissed.
For old sake's sake.
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