Because you said this vision of the sun rising could be anywhere, like from a window in Cuba

She graces the window

with shadow play,

swashbuckling 

limbs,

and leaves,

and golden hues,

free for all

and democratic,

When was it that first she kissed you

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Thank you :-)

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