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Love

Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion '€˜tis and pain which mingle
Glist’ring then for aye undone.
 
Pain it is not; wondering pity
Dies or e’er the pang is fled;
Passion '€˜tis not, foul and gritty,
Born one instant, instant dead.
 
Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion '€˜tis and pain which mingle
Glist’ring then for aye undone.
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