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II
Off Algiers
Oh give me neither love nor tears,
Nor dreams that sear the night with fire,
Go lightly on your pilgrimage
Unburdened by desire.
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Forget me for a month, a year,
But, oh, beloved, think of me
When unexpected beauty burns Like sudden sunlight on the sea.
When unexpected beauty burns Like sudden sunlight on the sea.
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