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On Her Leaving, This Fine Morning Soft rays of dawning light Into my room this morning came And heavy shadows o'er her fine face Withdrew to crouch in distant corners Oh her face, t'was the first thing To fall across my eyes this day It stirred in me a longing So fierce I could nigh resist In her eyes I could see She had long since awakened And from my own slumber was I With her silent gaze drawn forth I drew her close, held her tight In my arms felt her body shake As early morning light shone In her eyes, so gentle and warm The fusuma slid with a whisper And from the genkan a soft click My love, she walks into the day Drawing a breath of crisp dawn air And there in my own bed I lay Sweet perfume lingering still Listening to her footsteps recede And pulling the blankets tight |
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