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Nunc scio quid sit Amor...
Os, lingua, mens, sensus, vigor
Read between the messy lines,
that's what apathy said.
Those small spaces were divine,
but too much for my head.
Down in your domain
Feeling all your pain
Your tears of anxious sorrow
From love it once had borrowed
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