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The light of love the purity of grace
The mind the Music breathing from her face
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole
And oh that eye was in itself a Soul
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In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears
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