July 1, 2011
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Empty face of the moon
Thy solitary appearance
Be as though only I
Thy company kept
Yet round the world
In silent murmur
Thoughts of you are born
Many an eye
Of the in quest
Score uncertain soul
You've daned to lay at rest
Unnumbered the times
Mine heart you've stolen
I am only one
When I find my grave
When tizz grown over with furn
And night visit with a storm
Give back my heart
In thy gentle ray
That I may follow
The past by morn

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