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Of my Heart |
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| Daylight
tells the secret of my heart alighting here on earth and you wider than my reason or your sky. |
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No sigh can tell of tears that fall from me into your stormy sea. No hand is close enough to mine so fondly regard it and stand not distantly talking of my anger or your penitence. |
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| Though
you think distantly I see most perfectly and wonder where our love can be and why you never talk to me. |
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