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Dec 2020
If
you
speak
with sweet
lithe tongue, my
sanguine heart will hear.
If you sing refrains unsung,
my soul becomes a tear.
But, if you say you
love me not,
I will not
live
the
night.
For you are all there is of me,
my
heart,
my
breath,
my
sight.
Seven Nielsen
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Seven Nielsen  M
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