When I move the oars, love,
See how the stars are tossed,
Distorted, the brightest lost.
—So that bright one of yours, love. plain description that touches. tony
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When I move the oars, love, See how the stars are tossed, Distorted, the brightest lost. —So that bright one of yours, love. plain description that touches. tony