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Too long have I waited for thee
To feel thine own heart beat with mine. I have waited here in these walls Awaiting a sign. A message from my love. Yet you send not messenger, but thyself. And I gaze into thine eyes Seeing no less than the sum total of stars In the heavens Clinging to thy illustrious face. And so I must let go. For thou glowest with the light Of a thousand stars. Each and every one Far out of my reach. Like the moon thou art. A fleeting glimpse mine own eyes Are tempted to steal And yet, like the moon Thou art more fleeting than a dream. Be my heart too soft, My hands too weak To hold thee for a moment? No, thou art made of stars And must soon fade.
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