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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.07.12.53.25930]] |
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If I should discover a man with wind enough to fly, For him, I will clip my wings. If his dream is to blossom into mine, For him, I would open my eyes. If his worth exceeds all men's fear, For him, I will give my fortune. If his touch grew suppler with each breathe, For him, I will give the sweetest death. Were there nights that two embraced as one, For him, I will encircle with gold. |