My Life Is Grown A Witchcraft Place Through Gazing On Thy Form And Face. Now 'T Is Thy Smile'S Soft Sorcery That Makes My Soul A Melody. Now 'T Is Thy Frown, That Comes And Goes, That Makes My Heart A Page Of Prose. Some Day, Perhaps, A Word Of Thine Will Change Me To Thy Valentine.
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