Caroling Dusk/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 and pride.
You are to me the sun, the moon,
 The starlight of my soul,
The sounding motif of my heart,
 The impetus and goal!

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