Acres Wild

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I'll make love to you
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  in all good places
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  under black mountains
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  in open spaces.
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By deep brown rivers
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  that slither darkly
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  through far marches
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  where the blue hare races.
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Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
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  northern father's western child.
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Where the dance of ages is playing still
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  through far marches of acres wild.
REST THE SAME
I'll make love to you
  in narrow side streets
  with shuttered windows,
  crumbling chimneys.
Come with me to the weary town ---
  discos silent under tiles
  that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
  on concrete marches of acres wild.
By red bricks pointed
  with cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.
Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
  northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
  through far marches of acres wild.