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Minnesinger It was as if the whole world lived inside that little room of yours under the eaves on Chestnut Street and to be near you I, with boyish desire envied the maple tree that had grown there beside your window. Ah, those blurred panes I see now on looking up at emptiness and loss, craving somehow yet the bliss that went with hoping your curtain might open then seeing you aware of my being there. Next Home |