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Here's to your eyes
for the things I see
drowned in them.
Here's to your lips
Two livid streaks of flame. . . .
Here's to your heart
May it ever be full
of the love of loving. . . .
Here's to your body
a lithesome hill-top tree
swaying
to a spring's morning breath. . . .
Here's to your soul
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