Duet

HE .

Nay , hold me not — I must be going;
Unwind thine arms and set me free!
The moments fly — I must be doing
Braver deeds than kissing thee.

SHE .

Have then thy will — I would not bind thee,
Though it were death to set thee free.
Ah me! dost think that thou wilt find thee
A sweeter fate than kissing me?
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