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QUESTIONS.
Love! who can hope thy power to fly,
Or think to shun thy darts,
When thy own wings the plumes supply,
Which speed them to our hearts?
Or think to shun thy darts,
When thy own wings the plumes supply,
Which speed them to our hearts?
And who, when wounded, from his breast
Thy shafts can ever tear,
When beauty's piercing glances form
The barbs that fix them there?
Thy shafts can ever tear,
When beauty's piercing glances form
The barbs that fix them there?
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