The smallest little thing,
The largest kind of bliss
Of all the hearts that be hearts
Mine next to yours is this.
I shrink away so far
To be with you as then,
As close I am to heaven….
I'd flee to you again.
As far I am away,
I'm near as simple pages
Tell the story each to each,
And speak,the golden ages!
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