and I say that if your lips, which I have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as I know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, I say if this should be - you of my heart, send me a little word; that I may go unto him and take his hands, saying, "accept all happiness from me". Then shall I turn my face and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.E.E. Cummings.
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