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Could Love for ever
Run like a river,
And Time's endeavour
Be tried in vain--
No other pleasure
With this could measure
And like a treasure
We'd hug the chain .
But since our sighing
Ends not in dying,
And, form'd for flying,
Love plumes his wing;
Then for this reason
Let's Love a season ;
But let that season be only Spring!
A Dance of the minds..
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