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                                                                    You're underneath my eyelids,
                                                                    Printed in my head,
                                                                    In the words of all I say,
                                                                    With every beauty wed.
                                                                    You're shine of sun at morning
                                                                    And in and out all day,
                                                                    Punctuating scraps of tunes
                                                                    As light and shadows play.
                                                                    Until the violet twilight
                                                                    Wraps the sky with grace