  TO the many you give of your lighter vein Laughter and gay repartee. But the deeper side,—that which thinks things out, You give to me. With the many you play Life’s make-believe game; ’Tis a bantering light they see When they look in your eyes, their earnest gaze You save for me. The many accept you for what you would seem; From such blundering am I free: I know you for your own true self,—the self You are to me. |
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