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Another Place
The first embrace is with the eye,
That sings the soul of love’s sweet song.
A simple kiss, the choral sigh,
No shortened notes that last too long,
As gentle touches softly cry,
To wrap the heart in love’s sarong
The first embrace is with the eye,
That sings the soul of love’s sweet song.
Two hands entwine, no question why,
This gentle thing that walks among
A crazy world that flies on by,
As in this love two hearts belong,
The first embrace is with the eye,
That sings the soul of love’s sweet song.
Form: Rondel Prime
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