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Fias Meae Vitam

If I could sit up,
with my favorite book,
by that dense, shady tree
a leisure, mea life, thou art be.

 If I could hum that favorite tune,
as the river flows in rythm,
with birds to hum along and birds to see,
a pleasure, mea life, thou art be.

 If I could love,
with bounds untested and unknown,
without a care and just be free,
a romance, mea life, thou art be.

 If I could travel,
absorbing the magnificence,
of high mountains and many-a-deep sea,
a journey, mea life, thou art be.

 If I could taste,
the different sugars and distinct spices,
that sweeten and sting, much like thee,
a delicacy, mea life, thou art be.

 If I could live,
with tears more of joy than of sorrow,
with smiles not attached to the fulfillment of a plea,
mea life, well live, thou art be.

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