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These lovers! Who can understand
Their vivid joy, their wild despair?
He does but live to kiss her hand,
And she would die to touch his hair!
Love is an enemy to Rest,
Which surely is Life's dearest good,
Yet, something stirs within my breast
And murmurs, "Once you understood!"
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