I long for her across the seven seas,
When she walks on the other side of the street,
When she's across the room from me, the longing still persists,
Abed when she is inches away, my longing yet resists,
Out of such longing is my poetry born.
When she walks on the other side of the street,
When she's across the room from me, the longing still persists,
Abed when she is inches away, my longing yet resists,
Out of such longing is my poetry born.
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