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Richard Le Gallienne

I Know Not in What Place

I know not in what place again I’ll meet
The face I love-but there is not a street
In the wide world where you can wander, sweet,
Without my finding you, with those great eyes;
Nor is there any star in all the skies
Can give you shelter from my pitiless love.

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