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Who brought thee last night lovely to my side?
Who drew thy warm veil cunningly aside?
Who snatched thee back again so soon, so soon?
Who set this hell-fire burning in my side?
Like a dead man within thine arms I lay,
Entranced beyond the bounds of night and day—
O cruel breath of the dissevering dawn
That bids me fly who would for ever stay!
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