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Sleeping she lies by my side Our bed is green, our room is small Unseen still swells the river's tide Though the rain has ceased to fall She's tossed off our sheet in the night I'm sleepless but feeling fine and mellow Watching her in yellow light Her back a lovely, breathing cello Now touching with soft, secret care Her neck, her spine, her ribs, her hips Not to wake her, just to hear The gentle moans and sighs she sleeps At last, my mind and limbs grow slack Just as the stars give up their proof I wake to fingers on my back Tapping like sweet rain on the roof From Letras Mania