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TRANCE
Ah! Press thy heart to mine and lay
Thy lips upon my lips and heed
No whit the griefs that rose to-day
Nor those the dawn is sure to lead.
Thy lips upon my lips and heed
No whit the griefs that rose to-day
Nor those the dawn is sure to lead.
Take thou my life to make or break:
What matter so my soul may know
Another trembles for its sake?
Such love new years will not bestow.
What matter so my soul may know
Another trembles for its sake?
Such love new years will not bestow.
Here in our kisses life has end;
All time can give no more than this;
Ah, might we swooning deathwards blend
Our spirits in one perfect kiss!
All time can give no more than this;
Ah, might we swooning deathwards blend
Our spirits in one perfect kiss!
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