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Sonnets/Unrealities XI
It may not always be soAnd I sayAnd if your lipsWhich I have lovedShould touch another'sAnd your dear strong fingers clutchHer heartAs mine in timeNot far awayIf on another's face your sweet hair layIn such a silenceAs I knowOr such great writhing wordsAs, uttering overmuchStand helpelessly before the spirit at bayIf this should beI sayIf this should beYou of my heartSend me a little wordThat I may go Unto herAnd take her handsSayingLetras de cancionesAccept all happiness from meThen I shall turn my face And hear one birdSing terribly afarIn the lost lands
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