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A man who thirsts cannot expect
To find a well and drink till quenched
For tragic spans may take his breath
Before he reaches journey's end
But in his heart he always knew
That somewhere waters rest
A lover's heart may not suppose
That he will win the one he chose
For earnest heart and token's rose
May never stir her love to grow
But unrequited hearts believe
That love will find them yet
Well worlds that I have never seen
Still call to me and haunt my dreams
And quiet things still stir belief
That you, alone, are home for me
So I may never see your shores
But such a place exists