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Her green, green eyes -
A timorous pause strikes the spine,
Beating in time, beating in time -
And me.
A harrowing line eludes rhyme,
Hauntingly I divine.
A lonely note seeks a song,
So to be swept along.
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I have thought about adding this last part to the end, but I am not sure:
"With all the forms my thoughts may take,
In none I find a heart's embrace."
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