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![]() And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, And there is gain in this. |
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![]() The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things. |
![]() Let me tell you what to do. Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true. |
![]() I think sweet help with my salt tears would come, To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb, And will not let me sleep. |
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![]() That passionate Love is Pain's own mother. |
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![]() Slow is the ascent by the path of Love. |
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