THE SMALL MOUTH

i am /was\ the small mouth
Scarborough fair — remember
me then forget time
tell me how the fairies
left the greenery and how
without sleep you built
a mountain with love (simply,
love is a rushing river)
and how true love are two-
lips locking within circles
(amazing heart) and how i
hear you whisper my thoughts
Are you going to Scarborough
fair? How lovely the women
are; some wear black and
some red — once she was
the true of my mine.

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