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AN EASTERN BALLAD
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I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind,
She moves in thought she cannot speak
Perfect care has made her bleak
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I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark, so long my sleep.
I have become another child.
I wake to see the earth go wild.
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