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Beloved I have to adore the earth
The wind must have had your voice once
It echos and sings like you
The soil must have tasted you once
It is laded with your scent
The trees honor you in gold and blush when you pass
I know why the North Country is frozen
It has been trying to preserve your memory
I know why the desert burns with fever
It wept too long without you on hands and knees
The ocean begs up the beach and falls at your feet
I have to adore the mirror of the earth
You have taught her well how to be beautiful
