My Sunshine.

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If I shall go, and become not the words of your tongue; if I shall live my life without the grasp of your touch; if then I shall sleep without you in my dreams; and so, it shall be dark and restless; for it is you where I am beaming; the sunshine to my eyes, my glowing ember in the night.

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