The book says words
are the dead things in your heart
To my love:
Let me speak of old feasts
Of old loves I am far from
So can laugh at
dissect, dissertate,
Wither why, wonder if,
And close those books.
The day will never come
That I will do this with your book
The day will never come
When I will have the words
For you.
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