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Goodbye To Thy Tiger

Tiger, if you could be held in my arms,

Would you be kind or must it always bring harm?

I desired many things unsaid, if only the chance.

It has become more and more like a sacred dance.

Hoping and craving, just one sign.

Is it possible to become mine?
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