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If you call it love
You scare it away
But what you don't name
Opens the door and stares.

The music will burn you
If it gets through the net
So whistle where it's dark
And wait with the trees

For the slenderest woman
To ignore the birds
On her way back
From the stone store.

She speaks the language
Without any accent.
A man can be forgiven
Certain infractions.