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Many a nights I sat by the window
Feeling the raindrops fall from my lashes
Cool is the thought of your voice
You burn like the summer's sweet sun
You've written the preface of our story on my heart
Our minds are brilliant with romance
Worlds busy with fury of each season
You are not a sight of mine
You have no face
For you are more than a face
More important than you'll know