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Whose life is but love,
And faith truth
In its height eternal
Nothing cheers a heart
For any fate as beauty
And ends so wondrously
Our cares, amidst din
Is solitude itself;
Yet opened to things
Fast dying
Closes for the rest,
Throbs but does not breathe,
What's in the head
Seldom consulted
When most needed
And most scarcely obeyed,
Lives on its own
As we all dream - alone,
What's only own in its owner, ruins,
But all discord, harmony not understood,
Understood save only by desire..
yoonoos peerbocus
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