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Once I believed in you,
       And then you came,
       Unquestionably new, as fame
Had said you were. But that was long ago.

You launched no argument,
	Yet I obeyed,
	Straightaway, the instrument you played
Distant Down sidestreets, keeping different time,

And never questioned what
	You fascinate
	In me; if good or not, the state
You pressed towards. There was no need to know.

Grave pristine absolutes
	Walked in my mind:
	So that I was not mute, or blind,
As years before or since. My only crime

Was holding you too dear.
	Was that the cause
	You daily came less near—a pause
Longer than life, if you decide it so?


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Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2009 3:26 AM | Viewed: 3675 times

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