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OTHER MEN

When I talk with other men
I always think of you—
Your words are keener than their words,
And they are gentler, too.


When I look at other men,
I wish your face were there,
With its gray eyes and dark skin
And tossed black hair.


When I think of other men,
Dreaming alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.