Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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How many a time I ere my heart did mourn?
I wake each day with not a single beat,
And walk this earth—alas—but incomplete;
I strangers use to emptiness adorn;
But then I woke one unforeseen warm morn,
And found you there yet radiating heat:
Which made my coldness—why! —denote defeat;
Oh, e'en the Sun at times leaves one forlorn!
I hate the heat and truly love the cold: