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I'll stand at the window — I'll look
wave my hand
flutter my handkerchief
bid farewell
alone in that window
and in summer
in crazy May
I will lie down on the grass
warm grass
and with my hands will touch your hair
and with my lips will touch a bee's pelt
prickly and beautiful
like your smile
like dusk
later it will be
silver — golden
perhaps golden and only red
for that dusk
that wind
which whisper