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In that last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue

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Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?

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By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,

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Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow

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Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;

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With thy broad heart serenely interpose:

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Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?

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