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Sunlight to kiss the corners of your mouth-
hauteur of an angel,
the eyes of Circe:
what witchery you practised!
And somewhere there was music--
(there must be music!)
you smiled and my heart shattered like glass-
a thousand refractions of your face lodged in my soul!
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