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My weeping heart is heavy

The pulses in it unsteady

She’s faraway a million mile

Oh God! How I miss her smile



Why is this cruel distance?

How can this be providence?

I long for her animate beauty

For this desire I’m not guilty



I miss her, my soul boils

In mighty anger it recoils

To the heavens I gaze and scream

Let it end, this unhappy dream



I count days till November

Time is slow, it takes forever

Soon will end my rancor

As her touch I’ll finally savor