'May this, our one moment
In the sun
Timeless feelings among
Never end'.
Not once, that feebly lipped
Love-burnt cry
Aired heats, heard to outfly.
A love-blend!
Made up for, o'er-contented
As blessed, true
What souls melt, to preview
Death's clouds rend.
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