Enough Rope/The Thin Edge

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The Thin Edge

WITH you, my heart is quiet here,And all my thoughts are cool as rain.I sit and let the shifting yearGo by before the window-pane,And reach my hand to yours, my dear . . .I wonder what it’s like in Spain.

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