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You Allow Me Your Beauty
by Wrigley
You command a language of atonic measure
You give love a voice with expert passion
You transport emotion in a raw new light
You lend love a name, not given to trite
You allow me your beauty, and give gifts to my soul
You give me passage to a splendid view
You know how to make my life rich, without greed
My wings flutter in your presense, indeed
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