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LXII
When I bring to you
colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on
water, and why flowers are painted in tints when I give colored toys
to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance I truly now why there is music in
leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of
the listening earth when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there
is honey in the cup of the flowers and why fruits are secretly
filled
with sweet juice when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely
understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and
what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my
body when I kiss you to make you smile.
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