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Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
 And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
 Only a voice.

Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
 And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
 Only a cry.


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Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 10:52 PM | Viewed: 6531 times

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