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GRASS shows only the green But the white tendril roots below Uphold the hillside when it rains Withstand the zero cold Like your love embraces my life 'Til it's lush and green again Sear, shear, crush the green It will flourish forth Because love-roots reach Around moods of stone To bind the blades above With hidden threads of tenderness.

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