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What keeps thee warm? Hast fire within thy heart,
That burns so warmly, that it defies the cold?
Ah thou dost stir within thy sleep, and start.
Then drowse again, within thy chilly fold.

IF

If you were the grass and I were the dew,
I'd slip down softly and comfort you.—

If you were the beach and I were the sea,
I'd spring up softly and fondle thee.—

If you were a flower and I were the sun,
I'd kiss thy petals everyone.—

If you were a rose and I were a bee,
I'd bury myself in the heart of thee.—

If you were an oak and I were a vine,
I'd cling to thee, mingling my soul with thine.

If you were a harp and I were a song,
We'd blend our souls into one ere long.

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