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I seek your lips with my fond eyes, / My sight is weary, dear; / My heart with longing all day cries, / For you when you are near.
When you are near and others take / Your eyes and lips from me, / And in my soul deep surges make, / As tempests in the sea.
I seek your lips and press them not, / My own are parched with pain; / My aching eyes are dim and hot -- / My soul hopes on in vain.
The day is gone, and you are lost, / The night for me is lone -- / And through its hours I count the cost / Of days without my own.