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MY LOVE WOULD BE Unaffected, she is The breath from Beauty's lips ... The wisp of grace Of swallow's wing She walks on ephemeral air Without being there ... And approaches Without my knowing My love is a lilting lily ... Fleeting when present But conspicuous In her absence She finds me When I am alone And I think I have seen her many times ... But I can't be sure Dawn brings her to my side And I am ... The strength of kings in my solitude She is my sorrow at its peak And elation at its ebb I cannot give her things, For she has no wants And I would but please her ... If my attempts did not impose Morpheus is rivaled when I sleep, For she steals in Softly without taking And leaves ... Before I know she's ever been She is ... And she is not ... And she is
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