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What
can melt
this
heart of mine
and
cause my breath
to
deeply sigh?
What
can make
my
world anew
and
set my spirit
to
soar on high?
'tis
not the morn
and birds
with song
nor
twinkling starlit night
'tis
not the mighty Eagles wings
in
majestic graceful flight
And
though a Swan
with
lifelong mate
can
cause my heart to swell
'tis
not a vision
such
as these
that
I'm about to tell;
Mirrored
like the pond
from
which those Swans
did
glide
Misty
like the air
In
which the
Eagles
ride
Twinkled
Like the Stars
Upon
the
Midnight
Skies
Are
captured
in
my lady...
In
Her
Loving
Eyes
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