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Pity the Deep in Love
(To Fiona)
Pity the deep in love;
They move as men asleep,
Traveling a narrow way
Precipitous and steep.
Tremulous is the lover’s breath
With little moans and sighs;
Heavy are the brimming lids
Upon a lover’s eyes.
They move as men asleep,
Traveling a narrow way
Precipitous and steep.
Tremulous is the lover’s breath
With little moans and sighs;
Heavy are the brimming lids
Upon a lover’s eyes.
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