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While waiting for the night to fall, I look
At what the clouds are doing overhead;
While getting ready to turn down my bed
(In favour of another? No, you took
All thought of such a cozy little nook
Right out of my conniving, wistful head),
I think of all the journals I have read,
And work through information from a book.

What I have read this evening comes to this:
These writers have described with wit and verve
Their level lives, not much like this abyss,
My own life, which requires less love than nerve.
I wait to be awakened by a kiss,
But certainly a gentle touch will serve.

Our Hearts, Part 16