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Mine is a passion that can never change,
It is so sorrowful and sweet and strange,
That even from the very nightingale
I must conceal it—'tis so very strange.
For lo! I love a woman this strange way:
To be as dead without her, yet to stay,
A stubborn exile from felicity,
Far from her side until the Judgment Day.
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