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Should live my life, and never taste of love
Till thine came on me like the risen sun
After a dreaming night. And then awake,
The great round glory shining on me full,
That I should turn and leave to fickle chance
This new delightful kingdom where I reigned;
Straightway invaded by remorseless Pan!
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