LXVI. T h e O t h e r

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I may not be the one,

Your heart wishes for;


Not my arms to carry you,

Not my hands to hold on to,

Not my eyes to dream about

Not my soul that you may love.


But beyond all,

This heart still sings for you.


For it found hope-

In your eyes so dear,


That showed me again

What a song can become

When it's sang to the right one.


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