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My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree, 
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.

Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.


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Added: 17 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 4:59 AM | Viewed: 2752 times

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