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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 102. . . . Oh, if you would, if you could . . .
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Northern Sky
I never felt magic crazy as this.
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea.
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand,
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree.
But now you’re here.
Brighten my northern sky.
I’ve been a long time that I’m waiting;
I've been a long time that I’m blown.
I’ve been a long time that I’ve wandered
Through the people I have known.
Oh, if you would, and you could,
Straighten my new mind’s eye.
Would you love me for my money;
Would you love me for my head;
Would you love me through the winter;
Would you love me till I’m dead?
Oh, if you would, and you could,
Come blow your horn on high.
I never felt magic crazy as this.
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea.
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand,
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree,
But now you’re here.
Brighten my northern sky.
—Nick Drake,
1970
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