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If I had lived down underneath the earth, / And you had dwelt among the pleasant stars, / I should have flown the caverns of my birth, / And you have riven Heaven's silver bars.
We owe no gratitude to wanton chance, / For not through him does heart cleave fast to heart. / Not time nor place nor any circumstance, / Could keep our lips, our breasts, our souls, apart.