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Yet look on me--take not thine eyes away,Which feed upon the love within mine own,Which is indeed but the reflected rayOf thine own beauty from my spirit thrown.Yet speak to me--thy voice is as the toneOf my heart's echo, and I think I hearThat thou yet lovest me; yet thou aloneLike one before a mirror, without careOf aught but thine own features, imaged there;
And yet I wear out life in watching thee;A toil so sweet at times, and thou indeedArt kind when I am sick, and pity me...
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