Intense my sense is intense in the way impassioning world-ringing singing
Intense
my sense is intense in the way
impassioning world-ringing singing
to brighten life's not-long day;
'tis no sin, I think, to so curse the brink
that imprisons visions of such kind
that sunlights the village's minds
thus to call it love ?Why-did-I-say-the-Word?
yet not absurd my wish
to kiss
before we're tossed into Death's Abyss. . .
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