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Because I'm not afraid to touch the dark,
Because I've too seldom known the sun,
Because one night beneath a stark
And distant August moon I learned to run,
Leap, play, bewitched and unafraid,
I cannot now a bridegroom be, my love;
And never a dear husband, my sweet maid.

Through silent night hawk seeks the tender dove,
It is for meat, you see, and not for love.

The images of youth escape me now.
My love will not be fierce, nor will it bow,
Scrape, sight, emit remorse.
It is a quiet beckoning to you,
Come, join me now; we have not far to go
Returning to our source.

Through silent night hawk seeks the tender dove,
It is for meat, and is not for love.

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