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I like to see Love lap the miles
To make sweet debts for a lifetime
Those hearts which took
The best and worst of each other
In mutual risk, fo..
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The winter evening settles in
To me like a four o’clock darkness
That haze of waiting after abandonment
For something more than masquerad..
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These were the Decembers
That could never save us
The preludes we could not transmit
Hopes left unloved, unfulfilled
In our bosom where light ..
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Let us go then, you and I
Into the muttering retreats of sweet centuries
As deep as weeks of our lives
Overwhelmed with questions
And the loving..
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