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To the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never looked What became of those wild charms? The deep fry of the tide? The tug of the stars? How it stirs me, how it stirs me To think my fire burnt them "Wild Charms"