This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for Being;
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask; I never knew;
But in my simple ignorance suppose
The self-same power that brought me there, brought you.

(The Rhodora, Emerson)

//msr, a gift for my secret santa, not meant to be chronological, just general songs that remind me of the ups and downs of their relationship

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