The Rambling Sailor/My Heart Is Lame

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MY HEART IS LAME
MY heart is lame with running after yours so fast   Such a long way,Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed      Perhaps to-day?
Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,      Not saying much,You for a moment giving me your eyes      When you could bear my touch.
But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;      Then, though you look the same,There may be something lovelier in Love's face in deathAs your heart sees it, running back the way we came;      My heart is lame.


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