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THE CAST.
If I could read you like a book,
Or like a wizard's glass of old,
I might discover why you look
So cold.
Or like a wizard's glass of old,
I might discover why you look
So cold.
My fate runs ringing through my brain,
I am a fool to love you so;
Will all my rashness be in vain,—
Or no?
I am a fool to love you so;
Will all my rashness be in vain,—
Or no?
Your voice, your presence at my side,
Are more than flesh and blood can bear;
I risk your anger; I decide
To dare.
Are more than flesh and blood can bear;
I risk your anger; I decide
To dare.
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