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Whispering into the sway
Of a mighty oak's leaves
My true love waits for me
Shielded by shade, awash in the breeze
One minute builds from hours
Summer's dog days, lazy,
With soft hands
The pages of Home turn
One hour dissolves from seconds
A resolute zephyr whisks them away
Rosy cheeks adorn a hangdog look,
My true love loses Faith
For under the sway of a might oak's leaves
Locusts hum their foreign ditty
Starry skies, the flicker of fireflies
My melancholy melodies, awash with pity