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Love‘s wing’d, they cry—
O never, I—
On pinions love to soar;
Deceivers rove,
But never love,
Attach'd he moves no more;
Can he have wings who never flies?
And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
F I N I S.
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Love‘s wing’d, they cry—
O never, I—
On pinions love to soar;
Deceivers rove,
But never love,
Attach'd he moves no more;
Can he have wings who never flies?
And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
F I N I S.