And to Think, I Could Spend it With You

Never again a morning
like this one, never, never again,

though the sun will rise again,
and the snow will again refuse to fall,

and the tea will again be laced with cream,
and though you will still be the center

of my circling, and though we might
again reach our hands toward the sky

and hum for the pure joy of humming
there will never again be a morning

like this one, not ever, not as long as we live
and it’s happening, oh! It’s happening.

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