The memory…

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The memory of your voice sweet

Makes me wish we both could meet.

A million times I gave it to you,

A million times you broke it in two.

But Love’s labour is never lost.

I’ll gladly try another shot.

All are bound to one another –

The planets with the Sun,

The Moon with the Earth,

And I with you.

Each is bound to the other, yet free.

Then why do you kick me thus, and flee?

15th Feb 1998

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