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LXXII

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the joy ran from all the world to build my body.

the lights of the skies kissed and kissed her till she woke.

flowers of hurrying summers sighed in her breath and voices of winds and water sang in her movements.

the passion of the tide of colours in clouds and in forests flowed into her life, and the music of all things caressed her limbs into shape.

she is my bride,—she has lighted her lamp in my house.

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