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When Love and I came out of the night
To the wind and the sun and the high bird's call,
With the highroad before us wide and white,
He did not heed me at all.

He loosed my hand to salute the day;
He was one with the wind and the soaring lark.
He called me to follow along the way —
We had walked so close in the dark!
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