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This I swear to you, my comrades, By the holy saints above, By the holy God in heaven, You shall suffer if you love.

Yet again, I swear, my comrades. You shall never taste of bliss, You shall never know life's sweetness If the cup of love you miss.

And, once more, I swear, my comrades, Love is but a zephyr breath; It is but a fragrance floating On the wings of death.

And, at last, I swear, my comrades, That you cannot pass love by; That you live alone by loving, And that love can never die. —19—