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If I should think of loveI'd think of you, your arms uplifted,Tying your hair in plaits above,The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft cur ve of your winding he ad.No melody is sweete r, nor could Orpheus So have bewitched. I think of this,And all my universe becomes per fection.But were you in my arms, dear love,The ha ppiness would take my breath away
,No thought could match that ecstasy,No song encompass it, no other worlds.If I should think of love,I'd think of you.


























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