What you ask of my days
Your talking recalls of a youth who loves me
Years hence of these scenes
You must be he I was seeking
You do not know how longingly I look upon you
You do not know how longingly I look upon you
Dead and divine and brother of all
And here again he lies
Only themselves understand themselves
As the like of themselves
As souls understand souls
You must be the he I was seeking
Or she I was seeking
It comes to me as of a dream
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