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I want you for te sake of loving you

and wantng you makes me not love you


and awaitng you when I'm not expectng you
sets my cool hear on fre.
I want you only because I love you,
I hat you witout end, and hatng you I beg of you,
and te measure of my wandering love
is tat not seeing you I love you blindly.

Te August light may devour


my heart, its cruel shafts staling
te key t my stlness.

In tis stry, I die alone;


I die of love because I want you,
want you, love, like blood and fre...

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