I want a name without a history,
A name that dies away before it rings
In mocking echoes through the caves of Time,
That falls asleep under my whisperings.
A name that dies away before it rings
In mocking echoes through the caves of Time,
That falls asleep under my whisperings.
The name I want is nothing but a breath
That voiceless fades upon the dusky air,
A name that never sought to catch delight,
And never held the music of despair,
That voiceless fades upon the dusky air,
A name that never sought to catch delight,
And never held the music of despair,
But I have found another name for love,
Though 'tis the name that all the lovers knew,
The oldest name that mortal ever spoke,
The other name for love is simply—you!
Though 'tis the name that all the lovers knew,
The oldest name that mortal ever spoke,
The other name for love is simply—you!
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