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IF LOVE BE denied me then why does the morning break its heart in songs, and why are these whispers that the south wind scatters among the new- born leaves?

If love be denied me then why does the midnight bear in yearning silence the pain of the stars?

And why does this foolish heart recklessly launch its hope on the sea whose end it does not know?

 

 

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