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pianoguy

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This is a poem by Roger Lord that I really like, set to music by Madeline Dring

 

Out in the dark night the birds are asleep,

and you too are sleeping, out of my reach,

Held only in my thoughts.

 

Of all the things in the world, I love you most,

but I cannot get near you, and you remain unknown.

 

My love is waiting here for you,

to pick up and wear like a warm garment.

At least enclose yourself within its folds, if only to keep out the cold.

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