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A pair of warm eyes flicker on my presence, Familiar to my own eyes and my dreaming, A moment which creates a private pleasance — A lustful haven leaving my mind gleaming. The handsome face that holds the eyes that see me Is not unknown, yet still a quite strange vision; For I’ve not been acquainted with the right key To free our characters present division. “The key or stay a stranger?” I inquire; For when a stranger, fantasy is master; The beauty of my thoughts will not expire; The foretold love won’t end in due disaster.                                   So I must cede for pleasure over distance, To guaran