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Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind,

For there's no plane on which we two may meet?

Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind,

And life is of a day, and time is fleet.

And I am fire, swift to flame and burn,

Melting with elements high overhead,

While you are water in an earthly urn,

All pure, but heavy, and of hue like lead.