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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

The world forgetting. Friend, you see I know Your secret |

KACH No, Debjani, no! Not sv.

DEBJANI

No? Vain pretence! Your heart I never read?

You do not know love rules it? Ev’n when dead,

The flower o’erblown clings to its withered spray—

But where has gone the scent? Friend, many a day,

Ev'n as you raised your head, or looked, or heard

My voice, your heart through all your body stirred

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