Mystery of Her

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Oh thou, the love — tell her this:
I have always loved her, and I always will.

Oh thou, the queen of heart — show her mine;
how helpless I was when I missed her, and I always will.

Oh thou, the lover’s dream — let her dream;
I always wanted her happy, and I always will.

Oh thou, the night’s shine — let her shine;
she always smiled into my life, and always will.

Oh thou, the cloud’s traveller — let her wander
through my thoughts, and see how much I love her, and I always will.

Oh thou, the moon — go, and perceive her;
how lonely I am without her, and I always will…

Just like you.

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