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n. AT. n.
There are people in the vicinity of a cherished feature,
It does not go love and passion, —
Let eerie silence merge mouth
And my heart is torn apart by love.

And friendship is powerless, and year
High and fiery happiness,
Cogdell soul free and foreign
Slow languor lust.

Tending to her mad, and its
Reached - amazed anguish ...
Now do you understand, why my
Not the heart beats under your hand.

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