Oh, bid me not, with smiling eye,
Relate the cause of all my pain,
For when you smile, alas! I sigh,
And when you're said, I sigh again.
The smile, the sigh, from thee that flows,
Must still a source of anguish be;—
Unless the smile, to bless me, glows,
Unless the sigh is breathed for me.
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