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tell me how it is to see
the distant heavens glow,
and lock within your eyes a gleam
so rarely seen below.
show me what it is you do
that I feel half awake,
as when a dream is barely through
yet gone without a trace.
and be the muse unrealized
that waits to feel the sun,
and lives on the requited side
of unrequited love.
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