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She was the finest of vintages,
and of her love, I drank deeply-
-knowing that my drunkenness
would be worth any hangover,
for a sweeter wine
I have not tasted.
and if you are to love,
love as the moon loves;
it does not seal the night-
it only unveils the beauty
of the dark.
P.
I still talk about you
Like you hold the world in your hands
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