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if your eyes find mine
in gloom and weary,
´tis because they have been apart
too long
from your sight.
they grow weak at the remembrance
of your fine, ruby eyes
and the times we loved one another
on the streets, carefree.
no other soul
to disrupt our quietude
my eyes had seen: but now
too many people walk between,
and I do wonder if I will ever
see joy again.
The multitude of risks
tries one´s patience immensely.
those days, I used to dance with
Leper women and their husbands
and give immortality ponder,
but this no more.
and if you ever find me
plunged in sadness again,
why! ´tis ´cause we have parted.
(30out2004)
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