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And if there's a universe in her,
Then by all means let it be free,
Let it be born,
And let it carry this pain
Within me out of my body.
Let it be worth more than a
Thousand lovers
And a million I love yous.
Let her stars and moons
Be my church and let
Loving her be my only religion.

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