Your bleary
Weary dreary teary
Dearie.
Please
Hold me fold me
Mold me
My little brittle
Heart (light pulsing slow now
No flashes not brilliant
Soft and low)
Please
still, sighing
my dearie-o-bleary-eyed
Dreaming you.
(my heart will ponder;
Grows fonder)
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