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BEFORE DAWN.

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For love has no abiding,
⁠But dies before the kiss;

So hath it been, so be it;
For who shall live and flee it?
But look that no man see it
⁠Or hear it unaware;
Lest all who love and choose him
See Love, and so refuse him;
For all who find him lose him,
⁠But all have found him fair.

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