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There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beutiful.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belong to him who knew it best.


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Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 2:18 PM | Viewed: 3267 times

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