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Rh And my heart springs up anew,

Bright and confident and true,

And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.

LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE?

SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH

AS ONE WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG

one who having wandered all night long

In a perplexed forest, comes at length

In the first hours, about the matin song,

And when the sun uprises in his strength,