*For reasons unknown, I am beside myself with writer's block after the closing ellipsis ("...") at this fragment's end. Alas, the misery (of it all)!
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Far away from your precious moor,
I feel your thoughts call for my soul
and unclose me to heaven's door!
Can thoughts like yours divinely toll,
beguiling me onto your shore
like a god that reads from a scroll?...
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."