
Often I have felt that I must praise my world
For what my eyes have seen these many years
And what my heart has loved.
And often I have tried to start my lines:
"Dear Earth," I say, and then I pause
To look once more.
Soon I am bemused
And far away in wonder.
So I never get beyond "Dear Earth."
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