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LOVE'S PASSION.
When love is centered in the breast,
And o'er the soul doth reign,
'Tis hard to break the union's tie,
And sever links in twain.
And o'er the soul doth reign,
'Tis hard to break the union's tie,
And sever links in twain.
'Tis hard to turn away from one,
On whom our minds doth rest,
And seal the doors of secret love,
By reason's stern request.
On whom our minds doth rest,
And seal the doors of secret love,
By reason's stern request.
And when we break the bond of love,
It leaves a heart felt sore;
A lasting plague is severed love,
Of anguish and of woe.
It leaves a heart felt sore;
A lasting plague is severed love,
Of anguish and of woe.
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