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Strange the ache from which you’re shrinking !rMl '’ Strange your head in spite of nature

leaves your heart to do the thinking !

!n ' That is love, you witless creature.

erli«k Yes, that’s love, you witless creature,kma and although you’re still declining

i Out to be conscious of defeat, yourIt breiuc heart has singed your waistcoat lining.

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