Could I but love you smooth and hard
Then would my love be true?
If I could cut it down to pith
And carve out all the bark and twigs;
If I could smooth it down to bone
And buff it like an ivory charm
Without its wormholes, turns, and twists
Then would my love be true?
Then would my love be true?
If I could cut it down to pith
And carve out all the bark and twigs;
If I could smooth it down to bone
And buff it like an ivory charm
Without its wormholes, turns, and twists
Then would my love be true?
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