how do I return but like I turn-yearn—

how do I return but like I turn-yearn—
for purity of feeling; then, I learn,
I find through the ups and downs the same:
everything burning bright not for your name—
‘hind your back even, and with her, so whitely—
but for sight—be, then, there, here, now so true;
with him, drawing him, luring him, nightly,
so beautiful, without mention, are you:
meaning and sound so sound, unbound and free—
that she would so forever stay and be
with him and so me, together, seeing
and believing in this song that we bring(in)—

how in my mind and heart they live so deep,
that I forget my loss and burn what I keep—

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