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Poem by Matthew Arnold
Each on his own strict line we move, And some find death ere they find love; So far apart their lives are thrown From the twin soul which halves their own. And sometimes, by harder fate, The lovers meet, but meet too late. - Thy heart is mine! - True, true! ah, true! - Then, love, thy hand! - Ah no! adieu!
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