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LOVE IS NOT YOURS, LOVE IS NOT MINE

LOVE IS NOT YOURS, LOVE IS NOT MINE

Love is not yours, love is not mine:It is the tranquil twilight heavenThrough which our pauseless feet are drivenInto the vast and desert noon.
Love is not mine, love is not yours:It is a flying fire that passes,Perishing on the blind morasses,After the frail and perished moon.

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