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But once I dared to lift my eyes--To lift my eyes to thee;And since that day, beneath the skies,No other sight they see.
In vain sleep shuts them in the night--The night grows day to me;Presenting idly to my sightWhat still a dream must be.
A fatal dream--for many a barDivides thy fate from mine;And still my passions wake and war,But peace be still with thine.
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