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Song for a Certain Mood

I love you more than loneliness, 
A thing I dearly love;
More than the long, cold rain that beats
All night upon the roof,
More than desolate hills beneath
Desolate skies.
I love you more than the wind's voice
And the voice of the sea at night-
I love no other
More than these.