When you see a light fall upon a stone,
do not question the moon that rolled the tide,
Nor ask how pure the vestal virgins throne,
Rather let mark and angle be thy guide.
For in thy woman's breast there doth lie
A compass on which her ship sets sail
And the stars by which Eve took to her eye
Have chartered the course under reason's veil.
But reason ne'er test a ship to be sound
And hope never made a bosom to fall
For love can't take but what's there to be found
under a star I wait at horizon's wall.
I hold my candle, its light she might see
Slowly drifting into eternity
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