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if a cheerfulest Elephantangelchild should sit (holding a red candle over his head by a finger of trunk,and singing out of a red book)on a proud round cloud in a white high night where his heartlike ears have flown adorable him self tail and all(and his tail's red christmas bow) --and if,when we meet again,little he(having flown even higher)is sunning his penguinsoul in the glow of a joy which wasn't and isn't and won't be words while possibly not(at a guess)quite half way down to the earth are leapandswooping tinily birds whose magical gaiety makes your beautiful name-- i feel that(false and true are merely to know) Love only has ever been,is,and will ever be,So |