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You Are Not The One Who Loves MeYou are not the one who loves meI take you from your bathing And I dry here I am this rope around your feet And it's summer that bows its head Down the rivers of night He fathers great hatred Oh! And the moon played in your eyes Wishes drop through the air And rip into the floor Crowned with blazing leaves Her hair And flesh limp and poor |