Love and hope are twins.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies.
Fragrant o'er all the western groves The tall magnolia towers unshaded.
Distrust my wisdom, but regard my truth.
How can I no longer bear my weary doom? Alas! what have I gain'd for all I lost?
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