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Why did I Fall for You, O' Sun?
O, why did I fall for you, O' sun, When my soul is nestled in the deeps? Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run, Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps. The distance that defies the divine betwixt us Somehow is no occlusion for you to reach me, But gods 'gainst me guarding your gates, and hope's quietus, Make my valentines reaching you an impossibility. Somehow still, suffocated in these sorrowful seas, I seem to mishear the rhythm of your limpid light As a melody yearning to find the lost keys To my manacles and enrapture me with your sight. When finally I undo these tethers for you, The cosmos Herself derides my dolorous deeps Laved in a longing that over millennia grew, And shrouds your smile with a prejudiced eclipse. But I see you clad carnally in that cerecloth-- Why?--stoking the gypsy in me with your misconstrued call. Why did you build that stairway of light and masquerading troth, That I so eagerly took, thus perishing in a fall?
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