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146 Mute I once had a lover With bright African sunrise eyes Who could not hear well And therefore could not tell If it were train or boat Whistle moving Off into the distance And would nudge me awake Right in the night’s middle To be sure Well? And with my closed eyes I would answer Depending on the whistle’s echo And we would give ourselves Back to sleep Secure That we were both right Once I had a lover With bright African sunset eyes Whose hearing failed Who walked away Just as I whistled As I blew Just as my wheels made it onto track 147 A perfect lover A lover perfect With two Deaf ears ...

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