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[XXXI. Except the heaven had come so near]
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The distance would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
So seemed to choose my door,
The distance would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
But just to hear the grace depart
I never thought to see,
Afflicts me with a double loss;
'T is lost, and lost to me.
I never thought to see,
Afflicts me with a double loss;
'T is lost, and lost to me.
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