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If we would value love aright,
Must love be taken away?
Can no man truly love the day
Save only for the contrast of the night?
O mother, was it just?
Did I not feel the blessing of thine hand
Upon my brow? Can I not understand,
Save when that hand is turning into dust?
Must love be taken away?
Can no man truly love the day
Save only for the contrast of the night?
O mother, was it just?
Did I not feel the blessing of thine hand
Upon my brow? Can I not understand,
Save when that hand is turning into dust?
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