Your two eyes
Sleep on the two pillows
Of their pouches below,
The two vials of dreams.
I can't imagine
How many years you've slept now
While still dancing and singing
On the boughs of your cousin relations.
I wonder if you've ever wept,
For not to do so is safe
Lest a precious stone should drop
And make those two eyes dull and poor.
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