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Young Love In younger days and naivety - Your smiles by my side, My lies and fantasies, And your name haunted me As though it were my own. By chance we spoke And danced thru dreams Like clowns in a medieval play Mocking the phantoms surreal, Landing delicately, unscathed, From shadows drifting out to sea. To touch your lips, your hands - The fiendish act of the hollow men, And all that I saw was your smile As it smuggled the glow And steeled the space Between your eyes and mine... And I finally know her As I come to know myself And I beg all men to find her And make their love complete. |
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