  You have my thoughts and know it not. The livelong day I think of you, The still, dark night I dream of you, Each moment's life I live to you, And yet you know it not. You have my heart and know it not, Its every beat is love for you, Each sigh a drop of blood for you, Its ceaseless ache regret for you, And yet you know it not. You have my soul and know it not, It makes you God and worships you, Forgets its claim on Heaven for you, Forsakes its hope of life for you, And yet—you know it not. |
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