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Слушать(AI)The One Desire
If I think of your soul,
I see Your body's beauty; and then I pray to your body again,
And your soul answers me.
So to possess you whole,
Twofold ever the same,
Come to me light or flame,
Come to me body or soul!
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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