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IF you were here, / Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith would disappear, / Drowned in your eyes; and I should touch your hand, / Forgetting all that now I understand.
For you confuse my life with memories / Of unrememberable ecstasies / Which were, and are not, and can never be; . . .
Ah! keep the whole earth between you and me.