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You finally arrived In your coolness The icy edges of you Kissed my cheek On your fleeting passage by. The touching glance Of your fingers on my face Traced a track; Sending, suggesting Pleasured promises Remembered from times past. Your beauty cannot be held, In hand, but merely felt On lips and cheek and eyelid Merely a moment of sense Passing swiftly, I cannot grasp And hold you Lest you disappear, Yet, your wonder accumulates On mountains, trees and valley deep To crush you underfoot Where I walk and play in your glory You effervescent, crystalline Snowflake. 
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"Dream a Little Dream of Me"
Gus Kahn. W. Schwandt, and F. Andree, 1931
