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Today remain in the shadow -- let me imagine
The maze of your body, the riddle of face,
Creating you from my dark to rid me of menace,
To heal me of malady making me deaf.
I need to bind in my mind the lines of your image
To heal me of malady making me blind.
I need to write in my ears your melody ceasing,
To heal me of malady making me numb.
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