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FFFF.FFFFFFF.Fruit was ripening
FFFF.FFFwwwwwFFFF.nnnnnnnn.in the summer heat
wwwww..wall that time
FFFF.FFFwwwwwFFFF.I loved you in fever
FFFF.FFFFFFF.without removing
FFFF.FFFwwwwwFFFF.nnnnnnn.so much as your blouse...

wwwww..wThen, in that burning
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..you
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.were with Another
wwwww..w-- no, not him
wwwwwwwggggggggi.b..but the one who was
wwwwwwwwwaking
wwwwwwwggggggggi.in back of me...

wwwwwww'Twas good we didn't
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwpick the fruit too soon
wwwwwwwwwwhile the sugars were
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrising
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrtt.ttttttinto the limbs
wwwwwwwso many poems
wwwwwwwwwwwwww.wwflowed in on that tide
wwwwwwwof sweet arising
wwwwwwwwwww.wwww..& it must be the
wwwwwwwwwwww.wwwwOther
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe thank for them...

wwwwwwwNow, alone with you
wwwwwwwwe make love
wwwwwwwalmost every night
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssI wouldn't trade it!

wwwwwwwStill, sometimes I miss
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttt.the Other
wwwwwwwwho stands behind me
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttt.not of this time
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttt.& not of this earth

wwwwww..For when he is here
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttt.it is possible
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttt.pppppp.to meet the Other
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttt.ppppppwwwwwwwwwv.woman

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssthat One
wwwwwwwwho stands

in back of you