between my ears
and afar from a yonder
is a song heard
beyond bedlam voices
those tunes the heart knows
those lines the lips chant
Grows loud with the dying day
like the light in the night of full-moon, beam
She who plays doth never see
the one that yearns, among the grazing
that lifelessly would stray away
in the reminiscent of her love
every night to his shepherd's keep.
every night to his shepherd's keep.
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