| Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt |
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| «As we melt let’s make no noise |
| oh the profanation of our love |
| to tell the world our passing joys! |
| And we, besides, care less to miss |
| our eyes and lips and hands.» |
| (but honey, I’m not who you think I am!) |
| «And so you’ll be to me |
| who must obliquely run |
| „thy firmness makes my circle just, |
| and makes me end where I begun“ |
| There’s nothing wrong |
| as I’ll be somewhere singing all along.» |
| (no! tell me, where have you gone, my love.) |
