your life； but you can never wholly know it。
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Speak to me； my love！ Tell me in words what you sang。 The night is dark。
The stars are lost in clouds。 The wind is sighing through the leaves。
I will let loose my hair。 My blue cloak will cling round me like night。 I will clasp your head to my bosom，and there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart。 I will shut my eyes and listen。 I will not look in your face。
When your words are ended； we will sit still and silent。 Only the trees will whisper in the dark。
The night will pale。 The day will dawn。 We shall look at each other's eyes and go on our different paths。
Speak to me； my love！ Tell me in words what you sang。
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You are the evening cloud floating in the sky of my dreams。
I paint you and fashion you ever with my love longings。
You are my own； my own； Dweller in my endless dreams！
Your feet are rosy…red with the glow of my heart’ s desire；
Gleaner of my sunset songs！
Your lips are bitter…sweet with the taste of my wine of pain。
You are my own； my own； Dweller in my lonesome dreams！
With the shadow of my passion have I darkened your eyes； haunter of the depth of my gaze！
I have caught you and wrapt you； my love； in the net of my music。
You are my own； my own； Dweller in my deathless dreams！
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My heart； the bird of the wilderness； has found its sky in your eyes。
They are the cradle of the morning； they are the kingdom of the stars。
My songs are lost in their depths。
Let me but soar in that sky； in its lonely immensity。
Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine。
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