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GIVE ME A BLUE RIBBON... Give me a blue ribbon - I will hand it back Without delay... Or give me your shadow with your supple neck; No! not the shadow. The shadow will change when your hand moves, It tells no lie. Now there is nothing I want from you, I take my arm away... In the past God healed my wounds With lesser things : A leaf stuck to a window pane, A drop of rain. |