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Oh, sunny Love!

Crowned with fresh flowering May,

Breath like the Indian clove,

Eyes like the dawn of day;

Oh, sunny Love!

Oh, fatal Love!

Thy robe wreath is nightshade all,

With gloomy cypress wove,

Thy kiss is bitter gall,

Oh, fatal Love!

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