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Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.