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The whole first verse seems to be a slightly edited version of the poem “I am not yours” by Sara Teasdale, which reads:
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautifu...
I lost myself while lost in me
I'm lost and as I long to be
Lost as a candle in the day
Lost as a snowflake in the sea
Don't love me but I try to find
A spirit beautiful and bright
Yet I am I who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light
Turn from me now but try to hear
The muted laughter in the dew
Of that one year of youth I had
The only youth I ever knew
I lost myself while lost in me
I'm lost and as I long to be
Lost as a candle in the day
Lost as a snowflake in the sea
Tonight the sky is bright with stars
A hollow rumble from the sea
An endless sеa of almond flowers
The wind is shaking them for mе
The shadows dancing on the ceiling
So black and round obsessing me
A prefect night to leave in silence
If you were here you would agree
Tonight the sky is bright with stars
A hollow rumble from the sea
An endless sea of almond flowers
The wind is shaking them for me
The shadows dancing on the ceiling
So black and round obsessing me
A prefect night to leave in silence
If you were here you would agree
The shadows dancing on the ceiling
So black and round obsessing me
A prefect night to leave in silence
If you were here you would agree