I know that this world is wide.
When she's not there.
And I know, too, what narrow.
Is my own heart.
Because no matter how long passes.
It is only you.
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I just know that the world is so spacious.
When she is not already.
And I need to know exactly what is narrowest.
Is the heart of my own
Whether it goes long.
It was not just her alone.