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I wrote your name within my heart Most carefully— I never could remember names or faces; And then, one day, I lost my heart along the shining places. I must have let it fall, Plucking a flower I did not want And listening to a bird I did not see: Now would I call— And you would answer me. Do hearts have wings? I am so careless about losing things.