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![]() After Love from it is lopped! |
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![]() By a beauty akin to pain, -- By a sense of a something wanted, That never will come again. |
![]() Hate's a word far too intense, Too alive, to speak a state Of supreme indifference. |
![]() Give me the ardent longings that I lack, -- The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth, The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . . |
![]() And love me truly, just one minute. |
![]() Of the roseate mountain-height And the sweet-to-remember story Of a distant and clear delight. |
![]() The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife. |
![]() And tires the constant phrase "I love" to hear; But woman doubts the instrument is broke Unless she daily hear the sweet refrain. |
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![]() As a love that has decayed -- On the loose strings of the harp Only discord can be made. |
![]() Of all expression that which can not be expressed. |
![]() Only disappointments grow. |
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