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If only...
If only my heart were stone
and not so crozzled
if only it were surrounded
by an ocean buffered
from your ebb and flow
If only I could stand the spray,
the crashing upon your shoals,
your hands molding my art
I would not miss your caresses:
that’s not the shape of my heart
and not so crozzled
if only it were surrounded
by an ocean buffered
from your ebb and flow
If only I could stand the spray,
the crashing upon your shoals,
your hands molding my art
I would not miss your caresses:
that’s not the shape of my heart
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