An Autumn Love Cycle/Proving

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Proving
Were you a leper bathed in wounds
 And by the world denied,
I'd share your fatal exile
 As a privilege, with pride.

You are the very sun, the moon,
 The starlight of my soul,
The sounding motif of my heart
 Its impetus and goal!

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