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My child was so thirsty, she wanted to drink
The orange sky, the birds singing,
Everything she could see, she wanted
Every marching toy, every evening,
Who could, who would, stop her, who
Would set aside her gaze, when
All the roads rolled before her,
The universe’s citizen.
Yaacov David Shulman