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How Much Would This Cost? 

Courtland W. Sayers  


One midnight deep in starlight still
I dreamed that I received this bill:
..............In account with life:
Five thousand breathless dawns all new;
Five thousand flowers fresh in dew;
Five thousand sunsets wrapped in gold;
One million snowflakes served ice cold,
Five quiet friends; one baby's love;
One white-mad sea with clouds above;
One hundred music-haunted dreams
Of moon drenched roads and hurrying streams,
One June night in a fragrant wood;
One heart that loved and understood.
I wondered when I woke that day
'How much this would cost if I had to pay?'

Please note that this poem has been slightly adapted.

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