come here, oh, closer to touch, never enough,
let me climb under your skin, oh let me in.
from your lips a precipice
I hang from every word
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The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell
Penelope
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