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An Appeal
My love is all too great for speech,
The words that swell upon my tongue
Fall still-born back, unsaid, unsung;
Canst not divine
The mute appeal that shines from each
Of my soul's windows, lit within
By burning love, yet does not win
Return from thine?
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