| I don’t have the heart to conceal my love
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| When I know it is the best of me
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| If I should offend you, I will show myself out
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| You can bury me in doubt if you need to
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| I can walk out in the street
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| No-one need look at me
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| It is with my eyes I see
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| I guess that I am soft, but I am also angry
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| But I will feel all my loss
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| I will hold my heart inside me
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| My dumb eyes turn toward beauty
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| Turn towards sky, renewing
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| My dumb touch is always reaching
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| For green, for soft, for yielding
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| In the pale dim light, I am always reeling
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| Through long midnights of feeling
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| Of all the many things that you may ask of me
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| Don’t ask me for indifference
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| Don’t come to me for distance
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| No, I don’t have the heart to conceal my love
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| If it is too hard to look at me
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| I can show myself out
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| Walk out in the city
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| You can bury me in doubt if you feel it necessary |