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If this, I could say with words this day
in the sepulchres of the heart, the mind,
with a broken wing the doves won’t fly,
the night would die, the endless sky.

If this, I could sing with burning desire
such as the phoenix in its funeral pyre,
my lips would be the sun that kissed your skin,
the night would die, the endless sky.

If this, I could be the dandy
and those spire dreams of gold,
for all this for you I will hold,
the night would die, the endless sky.

If this, I could fly that mockingbird
and the day were gay and birds took flight,
hold out thy hand so they could rest,
the night would die, the endless sky.

If this, I could be the shore
and you the bearing waves that beat me down,
may the ocean hold your moon,
the night would die, this endless sky.