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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