Stream
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Stream
I long for you
As a flower for the morning dew
I long for you
As a hind longs for the running streams
Frown on me no more
And let me smile again
Before I go away
And cease to be
While I refused to speak
My agony was quickened
My heart burned within me
As the fever rose
My eyes are open
But I can not see
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