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Sonnet VIII

Sonnet VIII

if you were not that bread the fragrant moon
if you were not an amber week,
everything is alive so that I can be alive:
九-九-藏-書not the yellow moment
in your life I see everything that lives.
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Sonnet VIII
of ahttps://read.99csw•com day full of clay, and work, and fire,
sand, time, the tree of the rain,
Pablo Neruda
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if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
oh, my dearest, I cou九九藏書ld not love you so!
kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,
But when I hold you I hold everything that is --
without moving I九_九_藏_書 can see it all:
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
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