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I have you a thousand times,
not a whit you were not mine.
The men say I dove too deep,
but fools can swim and in sleep.

the blue, under the air,
Magicians we can where
the slightest sigh the floor
is like a we do bear more
to cease
desire within split of a pause so thin.

This breathes like molten glass
and so we it is our task,
to tender well the shyest
the silent as thought were deed.