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To Live Like This
Tell me
your secret,
my love.
Whisper to me
beneath
the Heaven's above.
I hear the sound
that you
never make,
and I will never
taste
what you
forsake.
Tell me your
secrets
about the things
that you love,
let them be free
like a straining
dove.
I can never
take
what you
won't give,
to love like this
is to never
live.
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