He asks if
the stars
were more beautiful in July
than in December, or I,
and whether
the blue sky
could be bluer, or the clouds
be stiller than
me.
I say
the answer
he expects to hear:
neither can
the stars
be more beautiful or
the blue sky
be bluer or the clouds
higher than I
because I am all
and more
and the reason:
he.
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