The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
Francis William Bourdillon
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I direct your attention back to this poem: http://poeticfuck.blogspot.com/2008/10/bass-thing-is.html
Much love.
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