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Wild Nights — Wild Nights!

Were I with thee

Wild Nights should be

Our luxury!


Futile — the Winds —

To a Heart in port —

Done with the Compass —

Done with the Chart!


Rowing in Eden —

Ah, the Sea!

Might I but moor — Tonight —

In Thee!


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