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The Pain of
Loving You
Is almost more then I can bear.
I walk in
fear of you.
The Darkness starts up where
You stand, and the night comes through
Your eyes when you look at me.
Ah, never
before did I see
The shadows that live in the sun!
Now every
tall glad tree
Turns round it's back to the sun
And looks down on the ground, to see
The shadow it used to shun.
At the foot
of each glowing thing
A night lies looking up.
Oh, and I
want to sing
And dance, but I can't lift up
My eyes from the shadows: dark
They lie split round the cup.
What is it?
-- Hark
The faint fine seethe in the air!
Like the
seething sound in a shell!
It is death still seething where
The wild-flower shakes it's bell
And the skylark twinkled blue--
The pain of
loving you
Is almost more then I can bear.
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