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| Henry Nelson O'Neil, Woman In Love - 1856 |
Come, sit next to me
Read aloud a story
Of a girl and let she be free
Of grief and of misery
Come, touch my face
With those fingers of grace
Let the story be sung with a gaze
Of this beautiful morning haze
Come, be one with me and you
Know its melancholic not to
Feel you under my skin
Its true
For I think we’re one, never two!
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