 | Marah |  |
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AMARI ALIQUID
1
Dearest, our love is perfect, as love goes!Your kisses fill my frame and fire my blood;
And nothing fails the sweetness each bestows,
Except the joy of being understood.
2
If, for one single moment, once alone,And in no more than one thing only, this
Moreover only the most trivial one,
You could but understand me—ah, the bliss!
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