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If I say I have heard voices / who will believe me?
"None has dipped his hand / in the black waters of the sky / nor picked the yellow lilies / that sway on their clear stems / and no tree has waited / long enough nor still enough / to touch fingers with the moon."
I looked and there were little frogs / with puffed out throats, / singing in the slime.