Stops of Various Quills/Solitude

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SOLITUDE


AH, you cannot befriend me, with all your love's tender persistence!
 In your arms' pitying clasp sole and remote I remain,
Rapt as far from help as the last star's measureless distance,
 Under the spell of our life's innermost mystery, Pain.



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