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MercD9114
January 11th
Where peace and panic woe
Guilty sorrow bellow whole
Every time you turn to leave—
Away my mind does go.
You took another’s embrace
And wrote of them with such grace
Any time I wish to be—
Away my mind does go.
I hate you not for seeking
What you have long for the taking
Further from a man’s heartbreaking—
Away my mind does go.