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Sweet
there is nothing left to say
But this
that love is never lost
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost

Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay

And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again
and part

Nay
there is nothing we should rue

I have my beauty
- you your Art

Nay
do not start

One world was not enough for two
Like me and you

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