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Though I think I'd like to go to France
France is too far away;
I would at least put on a new jacket
and go on a carefree trip
When the train takes a mountain path
I would lean on an aquamarine window
and think alone of happy things
on a May morning when eastern clouds gather
leaving myself to my heart with fresh young grass flaring.
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