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Western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again.

True love is a durable fire,                                                                                             In the mind ever burning,                                                                                                 never sick,never dead,never cold                                                                                         

  I'd think of you, your arms uplifted,                                                                                  tying your hair in plaits above,                                                                                       the lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,                                                                    The soft curve of your winding head.                                                                        N

And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,

I'd think of you                                                                                         

The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I'd think of you